"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
My name is Mary Alan. I’m 22 going on 92. I’m an old soul and a free spirit. Chasing after God’s heart, sunshine, and every dog I see. I'm the mind behind flawedyetcalled.wordpress.com
