Part 91. The peace I had cultivated over the years was not a fragile thing, but it was tested in ways I never could have anticipated. It happened on a seemingly ordinary Thursday morning in late November. - STORY STORE

Part 91. The peace I had cultivated over the years was not a fragile thing, but it was tested in ways I never could have anticipated. It happened on a seemingly ordinary Thursday morning in late November.

I was in my home office, reviewing the final budget proposals for the foundation’s upcoming winter outreach program. The room was warm, filled with the soft, golden light of the … Continue reading Part 91. The peace I had cultivated over the years was not a fragile thing, but it was tested in ways I never could have anticipated. It happened on a seemingly ordinary Thursday morning in late November.