Success? Or Failure? Even as a fourteen-year old boy, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t know exactly what was wrong, just that something was wrong. There was an unsettledness, my subconscious mind tugging gently “No” while logical brain wanted to...
Today marks nine days since the accident. A week ago Sunday a large, heavy mirror fell over, broke, and then hit my left leg. The sharp edge of that mirror created a six-inch laceration, severed three tendons and a nerve, and took a chip out of my leg bone. On...
