Another Wordless Wednesday
Another wordless Wednesday
Since you asked, Yes, It’s true.
She’s right. I pay all of thirty-eight cents to make a cup of coffee with our Keurig machine, and it pokes me hard on my insides when I pour it out, unfinished, tepid and half-full.
There are two trip-ups to avoid as you traipse through the thinking life. Wisdom lays somewhere along the path. Context is important.
It worked for good, though, and the young girl learns the same lesson her mom was forced to learn at about the same age: life is often more messy and complicated than the easy answers lead you to believe.
Amazed, a couple weeks later, I received back from him a hand-written note with his name and address emblazoned across the front of the postcard.