Warm tears streaming down her face, she could only speak two words.
Help me. Help me, Help me.
This is her story.
Musings from a work-in-progress
Warm tears streaming down her face, she could only speak two words.
Help me. Help me, Help me.
This is her story.
Airport security triggers significant, irrational, undue apprehension for me. Standing in line with strangers in socks, pushing personal items in plastic bins through the conveyor belt, all of us, for some inexplicable reason, aiming to complete the process fast and first, as if we will earn a merit badge for flawless execution of warbled instructionsContinue reading “Please Be Ready To Show Your ID”
When it comes to what really matters, wouldn’t it be helpful to see all the way to the end of a thing having confidence it will not disappoint? To know that what lies at the top of the climb will be worth the time, effort, and investment it requires to get there?