|HANGING IN THERE|
The flashing light caught my attention and drew me down the hillside. The light vanished in the thick fog leaving a box behind in its wake.
The box stood like a sentry, stoic and unmoving. I approached the box with great tribulation. Facing it, I slowly opened the lid. I was STUNG…………..the hurtful words bruised my heart and soul.
Turning, I drew a deep breath, and took back what was taken. Like Ali, I would “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
“a man who has no imagination has no wings”
– Mohammad Ali