I was in Dallas this weekend, and it was good for my soul.
Here are some observations.
Being disabled is a pain in the a**. You have some kind people of which I'm grateful, and you have those who make you question.
An airport to me is a love hate relationship.
I saw the musical "Wicked" and while I enjoyed it, it hit a little too close to home.
Sometimes pain is incurred in moments unexpected.
Not much is easy.
While I think I teach others, God teaches me.
We hate what we don't know.