J. Michael Dew

I cut the holes myself, bought the rope, rigged the swing up good to the tree in front of the house.  The branch muscles the swing, and the girls gleefully swing to and fro beneath the Georgia sky.  Tomorrow, the tree will be cut down.  Where will my girls swing?  It saddens me that I do not have an answer.

Is the road sometimes long because it takes time to develop persistence, fortitude, and courage?