C. Lee
As I sat in the stranger's van, clutching my knee, the only thing I managed to say was, "I am SO sorry for bleeding on you seat, ma'am."
As I sat in the stranger's van, clutching my knee, the only thing I managed to say was, "I am SO sorry for bleeding on you seat, ma'am."
There are at least twelve people who now know me only as "the girl with the cool bra."
It was wrong of me assume that by lying and telling the lady that I had, in fact, found Jesus she would not want to talk to me.
Sometimes, weddings where you don't know anyone are worse than funerals where you know who's in the coffin.