Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about the teen, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, ‘Son, who’s your daddy?’
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Man on the Run
He boarded a ship bound for another city several hundred miles away. He was a man on the run. I’ll go back when the disaster is over and see their destruction, he thought.
Burned Biscuits
I’m learning over the years that it is good not to dwell on each other’s burned biscuits; but rather to see something good in that person; to accept each others faults without notice, and do notice their good traits.