The other day, I thought about when my mom told me how God protected me on a school field trip. My first-grade teacher, Mrs. Schuneman (can’t remember how to spell her name), always took our class on various field trips—we had a tour of a firehouse, saw a performance at a theater, went to a pumpkin farm, etc.Continue reading “God Protected Me on a School Field Trip”
In November 2011, I had an appointment to see my therapist in downtown Chicago. After I parked my car on Clark Street, I walked toward the traffic light but didn’t cross at the corner; instead, I stood between two parked cars and waited for the traffic to clear so I could cross the street.
In my previous post, I mentioned that I wanted to do things to push myself out of my comfort zone. I had planned to see SWV and CeCe Peniston at the Shrine on Friday June 7th. The thought of going to a club already made me nervous (I’d been to a few clubs with my ex and a friend of mine), but I was determined to go, dance like crazy, and think, “Yeah, I may look goofy, but I’m having fun!” I’d already chosen an outfit to wear and even worked an earlier shift Friday morning so I could relax and mentally prepare myself for that evening.