KEEP THE TOP HALF FULL

    Keep  The Top Half  Full My throat was in my stomach or my stomach was in my throat; what did it matter I had that “all too familiar feeling” that I had missed something very important and I was about ready to pay dearly for it. My hands were firmly planted on the…

DOES ANY ONE OUT THERE LOVE ME?

DOES ANYONE OUT THERE LOVE ME? I was sitting at the stoplight in Brother Castro’s car in Manhattan, New York. We were in Brooklyn doing a series of meetings, and he had offered to show us the sights.  After a couple of hours we had made it to the heart of the Big Apple. What…