Last week I was shooting free-throws on the outdoor court between the church and the ad building. I almost had to stop, because I suddenly felt that we only live once.
This week I got a message from home. There had been an accident, and my nephew almost died. Thankfully he's home now, recovering, living, growing.
Enzo is a strong little boy--and I like your last three words; Recovering, living, growing.
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