by John D. Elliott | May 11, 1994 | Featured, Full Screen Post Banner, Humanity and Inhumanity, Mindset, People, Spirituality/Faith/Religion
I am four and something is horribly wrong. My mother is on the floor, bleeding, and I stumble over to her, alarmed, frightened, and wanting to make things right again. A moment earlier, she carried a tray of breakfast food up a couple of steps and climbed over a...
