We’ve been having a conversation about Walmart and forgiveness the last few weeks, and I promise to come back to that topic when I have more to report.
But today, my thoughts are more occupied with the things I take for granted. My hands, for instance.
Yesterday while I was out running, I took a tumble on some loose gravel and ended up sliding along the asphalt for what seemed like an eternity – probably because it happened in slow motion. I sat up and saw the palm of my right hand covered in blood, asphalt crumbs and dirt, and felt pain along the left side of my body (shoulder, hand, hip, lower leg and foot). Continue reading

