If the truth shall kill them, let them die. Always learning & growing so never the same. Merely a humble student & no master.
In response Joyce Chandler to her Publication
The second time I broke one of my arms was on one of those old steel pole swing sets like that. I was walking the top pole where the swings hung from like a tight rope. I had just crossed the morning schoolyard grass so had dew on my shoes. I fell and you can figure the results! That was 1972.
