Dr. Moore called on me to translate and parse in the second class. My heart raced. I plotted a way of escape.
Also, the silence was deafening. No one came to my aid. Class etiquitte dictates we let each of class member fumble and bumble alone.
No one came to my aid.
On this day, 216 years ago, an overcomer was born. For the record, to be an overcomer, you need to overcome. There’s no other way.
Abraham Lincoln overcame. Through meekness and humility, he converted enemies to friends.
And he overcame.
Kathy is not usually confrontational. And I used to think she was nice. By nice, I mean sweet and agreeable. Sunny and seventies and no clouds in the sky. I like your shirt and Have a great weekend. Sugar cookies and sweet tea. That nice. But one conversation with Kathy last week confirms it: Kathy is not nice. I updated…