Cory Hearon was near the fire station in Camden, South Carolina when he spotted something in the clouds that stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a single cloud hovering in the shape of an angel.
The people behind me, as I wrestled my own whiney toddler, began very loudly whispering things like: "How many baby daddies do you think she has? Can't even dress those kids for weather. Just wait until she whips out the food stamps."
"What if I all I want is a small, slow, simple life? What if I am most happy in the space of in between? Where calm lives. What if I am mediocre and choose to be at peace with that?"
