IT was with relief tinged with a certain amount of pride that I learned within the past week of the imminent completion of a project which I initiated 13 years ago.
I FELT like I had purchased hard drugs. I was half expecting gun-toting armed guards to swoop down from the ceiling.
A RECENT visit to the home of a bereaved family left a lasting impression on me. Despite the pain and great burden of bereavement, there was also an opportunity to hope.