Monday, February 29, 2016
Sometimes, the words don't come.
Sometimes, it is left for other writers to say the things your mind cannot yet summon from your heart.
A good and decent man went to work today, and did something he hadn't done in quite some time. He asked a question in public. It created a stir.
I tried to write about it.
After an hour of drafting and deleting, moving and rearranging... You will not see it.
But, he is a good and decent man whose friend died recently. He did what he thought he should do on an awkward, painful day. May God give him peace.
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