He stood by the stop sign with his thumb out in the mid-afternoon sun, but I knew I was not going far, and so I did not acknowledge his unspoken request. As I looked left down the hill, waiting for a break in traffic, he knocked on the passenger-side window. I could see his breath … Continue reading "The Hitchhiker"
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December 09, 2013
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Loving Others