Covid-19 made me face my own possible death. I’d always been able to avoid facing my own mortality.
I am Alive.
I left momma begging me to save her.
I was tired and bored as I sat in the drive-thru of our local Abilene McDonalds. Apparently, the Good Lord was in the same line.
The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.
I went at the other boy like a spider monkey on a sugar high, but Dad had a different idea.