I was five years old when I had my tonsils removed. A lot of medical concerns and procedures were different back then. They had me spend the night before surgery in the hospital. I remember my initial impression was that of getting to do… Continue Reading “Choosing Well . . . in the Dark”
When I realized what was next to me, I flattened myself against the side of the house in shock. I kept telling myself that this couldn’t be real. Things like this don’t happen here. My cousin and I had started a window-washing service as… Continue Reading “Choosing to Open My Eyes”
When I realized what was next to me, I flattened myself against the side of the house in shock. I kept telling myself that this couldn’t be real. Things like this don’t happen here. My cousin and I had started a window-washing service as… Continue Reading “Choosing to See”