The Unexpected Cost of Chaos

Halloween is upon us—another year nearly gone! I remember my six brothers and me as boys, chomping at the bit until dark when we could storm the neighborhood with the other kids, in our homemade costumes.

Dad was a pastor, so the season was a bit tamer than for some of our school friends who started early plotting tricks and how to scare the hair off unsuspecting others. For the Beyer boys, it wasn’t about ghosts, goblins, pranks and blood-curdling tales, but about who could get the most candy—something we didn’t get too often!