Death Grip

When we were serving with Shane and Vanessa in Nicaragua we stayed at their house. There was the usual bar of soap to wash hands in their bathroom except it was on it’s last leg, very very thin. Well when I went to use it, it was so thin and soft that it broke in two. Well, Shane came in after me and sees the bar of soap and yells “who put the death grip on my soap?” We all laughed because we now understood how much his soap meant to him.