Walking in a pair of 7 1/2 shoes.
Today's blog is about writing my blog. Sometimes when I start a story it just kind of takes a life of its own and turns out to be something I never intended it to be. I started out with a story about a Christmas tree and chances are it's a story you won't read. A simple little story kind of turned into something I hadn't intended it to. Rather than sharing it with you, the reader, I decided to just e-mail it to someone who I thought would appreciate the story. For the rest of you, I'm sharing the story of what I came to realize at the end of the blog, which is this: For the first time in my adult life, the shoe is on the other foot. Or to be more precise, I'm in the middle of walking a mile in someone else's shoes. To be precise precise, they're a pair of 7 1/2s. I've spent many a holiday away from home. For years, I celebrated my birthday with my Guard family, not my real family. I spent Christmas of 1990 in Saudi Arabia, which in itsel...