Bad days have a way of piling up on folks. Or, just neutral days. Was having one of those -- not bad at all, but there was sort of an eerie quiet. Like something was about to happen. And then, it did. Friends sometimes need our help, and pardon while I break away and remember what it means to lend a hand.
You never know when you might be that person in need.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Every Once and a While, Just Stop
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment