âWorry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow. It only saps today of its joy.â ~Leo Bucaglia
As I stood on the street corner, tears streaming down my face, I called friends for confirmation that what I had just been told wasnât true.
My meeting with my âfriendâ had gone horribly wrong. And when I say gone wrong, thatâs because she was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
But what if she wasnât wrong?
What if her words, which stung so badly that I couldnât stop myself from crying publicly, were true?
Two weeks prior to this fateful day, three families had gotten …