The Corridor

I know I-75. And perhaps it is home too, a strip of asphalt that connects the people I love. I know where the first Cracker Barrel is heading south, and the first one headed north. I know the stretches where there are no gas stations or rest areas. I know where they start putting sugar in the tea. But a lot is new, too, along the road and in my life.
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A great soul

A great soul has experienced discomfort, and in the crucible of pain discovered a sensitivity and appreciation for what matters. I don’t know how much pain it takes to have a great soul, but it takes some.

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