
—- This photo; a clue to that one unforgettable event one year ago I’ll never be able to forget.
Continue reading “The Year My Broken Collarbone Taught Me To Dance In The Rain”—- This photo; a clue to that one unforgettable event one year ago I’ll never be able to forget.
Continue reading “The Year My Broken Collarbone Taught Me To Dance In The Rain”I’m going to start this new year off with five questions.
The first question has to do with a math story problem: Ready?
How many months between August 6th of 2019 to January 6, of 2020?
I wish I was one who could say I feel like dancing, smiling ear to ear, as each day goes by. But honestly, as of late, some days I don’t even feel like walking. I’ve been finding myself thinking
‘Are you sure about this, Lord? It sure doesn’t seem what happened to my callorbone six weeks ago exactly fits into a comfortable plan I prefer.’
I bet you’ve had something take place fairly recently that got you to think of a certain time period that took place in your past.
A few weeks back I shared how that had happened to me when I had fallen during my routine run. Because of that fall, I now know that collarbone is one word. Also, if you fall just right, the collarbone can break up into two or, like in my case, more than two places. I bet you are like me, wishing you didn’t have to learn facts such as these the hard way.
Have you ever tripped over something? I bet you have. But have you ever tripped over something while on your routine run at 8 pm on a sunny Summer evening? Was that unexpected trip so fast that you didn’t even realize you fell until you were flat on the ground? Did you then get up as fast as you fell so that no one would notice what just happened? But wait, there’s more.
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