When my mother was in the first grade, she had to walk a couple of miles across a pasture to the one-room schoolhouse. She walked most of the way on a cow path through the fields. One day while walking home she was apparently not watching where she was walking and stepped on a bull [...]
Tagged Guns, Personal, storiesAnd we know this because the impending sense of doom is only intolerable today, instead of completely unbearable. Because the idea of putting one foot in front of the other in a connected effort to slog through the day brings only a grimace and a groan instead of random bouts of uncontrollable weeping and hysterical [...]
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