One Ace short of a Straight

Last month I participated in healing a relationship I thought could never be restored.

Last week I pledged to increase my financial support of our church's neighborhood engagement, so addicted single moms could reclaim lost dignity.

Last night I invited a lonely girl over to hang out with us, so we could share lives for a couple hours.

This morning I prayed fiercely for a baby who wasn't mine and his parents whom I hardly know.

This afternoon I cursed at 7 people on the freeway, because they sucked at driving.