Today's Post

For a Love That Is Willing to Die

by in:Courage

The first time I passed him, I hardly gave him a thought. He was just one of many at the gym that Wednesday, squeezing in a workout during the lunch hour. The only difference? He wore dress slacks and a dress shirt, and he must've been almost eighty years old. I did my best to push any thoughts of him to the side. Earbuds in and music loud, I kept walking, circling the track like a woman on a mission. I had very little time, and I needed a workout. I didn't have space for interruptions or diversions. But then my heart twisted the second lap around. He sat on one of the many circuit training ...

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