i know (though maybe not most people we went to high school with) can relate much better to failure than to success. and because jesus came for the sick.
strange as it is, i do still feel the need to connect with people from my past. this desire has only gotten stronger since my mother died. within days of her death my desire to reach back and grab what shreds of my past that i could took on a life of its own. am i trying to make peace with it? am i trying to make sense of it? i don't know. it's just there. perhaps the hardest of all is 