I can’t share my story because it’s not edgy enough. It’s not relatable or powerful or polished with the perfect quotes at the perfect time.
The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.
I tried to not get too worked up about what it would look like if no one showed up; but thinking about what a thirty-year-old sitting in her driveway at her failed lemonade stand would look like was not a pretty picture.
Some people we meet change the course of our lives. Michelle was one of those people.