…irst car, if you had health insurance growing up, if your mom never cried over $17, you were lucky. The Hail Mary toss of birth landed you in a family that could put you on a soccer team and buy cleats as your foot grew. And someone was home to help you with your math and give you a gummy vitamin each morning. That’s called aid, by the way. And not all kids get it, but all kids should.
Take a good long look at your feet. If you were born at the starting line wearing a nice pair of running shoes, that was luck. Sheer luck. The most important thing you can do now is help those who had to start the race a mile behind you, barefoot.
…tents, a massage table and an alter stood before white folding chairs — once again, like a wedding. We hiked up a perilously steep snake-hole filled hill, decked out in glorious Betsy attire, and prevented one another from “stealing the show” by falling off the cliff.