Confession
In the theater of my clumsy driving, I once collided with a car mirror, too embarrassed to confess, in a moment of cowardice. Now, with hands that tremble slightly less, I lend them to lift the fallen, to soothe, to rebuild—hoping this small strength restores a little balance to my missteps. And though my parking remains questionable, my heart is parked firmly in the right place.
Posted on 2025-04-17Donated $1 to Red Cross (International)
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