Five Years Ago in Huntsville
Five years ago I was in Huntsville when the world shut down. Five years. Almost to the day. I’ll never forget it.
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Five years ago I was in Huntsville when the world shut down. Five years. Almost to the day. I’ll never forget it.
“A lot of people might think the world is falling apart,” he wrote to me. “But they’re wrong. I’ve been on the other side. There’s lots of good people out there.”
I shouldn’t be braiding hair. But there I was. Giving it my best shot. We were in a hotel lobby. The 19-year-old sat with her back facing me. Her violent red hair in my hands.
Someone once asked the question, “what would you do if you woke up tomorrow with only those things left that you thanked God for today?”
Waffle House was warm and inviting. The parking lot was mostly empty except for a few muddy trucks. My wife and I had an 11-year-old with us. She is blind.
The radicals of the left sure do get animated about abortion. Put a measure on the ballot to legalize the surgical execution of their young, and more of them will show up to vote “yea” than showed up for the “save the Palestinians” rallies at Harvard last month.
Michelangelo’s statue of David draws four thousand visitors each day the museum is open. Which is about a million and a half visitors per year. They come from all four corners.
This morning I started thinking about you. Mainly, I was thinking about what you’re going through right now. Whoever you are.
For Ted, Autumn’s Mercy September comes softly, more gentle than the steamy and sultry days of August, a harbinger of Autumn’s mercy, when the windows fling open, once again, to welcome the invigorating, brisk wind laden with hints of earth and red delicious, as if in competition with the barmbrack fresh from the oven. The …
Here and there, I have gone. Some of those experiences have shaped me, but none of those experiences have defined me.