I do laundry about once a week. And when I put it away, I set the clean clothes on top of whatever’s in the drawer, because that’s most convenient.
The problem, though, was that I also was taking a top-heavy approach whenever I’d get dressed.
This meant I’d end up wearing the same five or six undershirts and pairs of boxers and socks over and over — despite having probably double the amount of each.
There are certain sounds that, when you hear them, you know you’re in the presence of something special.
This past Saturday night, it was my family’s laughter.
I have been blessed in every way imaginable.
I have a family who loves and supports me. I have two functioning eyes, ears, arms and legs. I have a roof over my head, a refrigerator full of food and a warm place to sleep.
Which makes it that much harder for me to reconcile the fact that there are many who aren’t.
Things can change. And they can change quickly.
Yesterday morning began like any other morning.
But just as I was starting my commute, my commute almost came to an end.
