What if living was stopping, not going? What if life was found in listening, not talking? What if we need to recover real life?
Imagine waking up one morning with the ability to see out of only one good eye, without the power to move your limbs, and with a tangle of tubes extending from your body like tentacles. Now imagine having no idea how you got in such a predicament. Such is the story of my friend KatherineContinue reading “Hope Healed Her (and it just might help you too)”