Beyond the Light
I always turned right at the intersection at the end of my country road. I always turned right, except on this particular day, I turned left. One decision and in the blink of an eye, my life changed forever.
As I turned east and the late September sun crested the hill, my windshield was flooded with blinding light. How was I to know beyond the light was my neighbor, beyond the light was heartache, ...
I always turned right at the intersection at the end of my country road. I always turned right, except on this particular day, I turned left. One decision and in the blink of an eye, my life changed forever.
As I turned east and the late September sun crested the hill, my windshield was flooded with blinding light. How was I to know beyond the light was my neighbor, beyond the light was heartache, ...
