Fear
One evening, while looking forward to relaxing with a book, I realized I’d finished the last book in my lineup of new ones. Determined to carry out my plan, I strolled into my den and began perusing my bookshelf of completed books. My final selection of a book I’d read many years ago seemed casual,…
Sometimes, our imperfections are exactly what make us special. This story, one I saved many years ago, resurfaced this week, and I felt it was time to share it again. Maybe today, someone will discover something significant from it. In India, a water bearer carried two large pots hung on either end of a pole…