Fifty Miles by Sheryl St. Germain
If I were a religious person, I would say something blessed me that day. But I’m not a religious person. Perhaps some part of me believed, as I still do, in the capacity for humans, even one as unworthy as I, to change, and the tiniest hope of change was enough to shove me just the tiniest bit in a different direction that day. But I’m making this up. The truth is, I don’t know why I chose life.
Author Sheryl St. Germain and Artist Lindgren Meredith
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