I was out in my yard checking on the progress of spring. I could hear a distant roar and had to search the sky for the source. In a flash it made me realize how far I have come and not by the grace of an airplane.
For too many years I was at the head of that contrail. I counted life by “B’s”: how many bloody Mary’s I could drink to dull the pain. I flew 250,000 miles a year. I got free upgrades to free booze all the time. Only thing was, it wasn’t really free.
I still count the days with “B’s”: butterflies, bugs, blooms and birds. How far I now travel with His Grace.
Find true Grace on your journey†††††††nada te turbe†††jim