| September, 2003 |
When I was 6 years old, I was prancing around in bare feet in my cousin’s bedroom. A pin in the floorboards pricked my second toe. I quickly pulled the pin out and kept on dancing. That night I had trouble sleeping because my toe was throbbing. I couldn’t get over how one tiny stab to one little toe had the power to keep my whole, much bigger body awake. It didn’t seem fair. I’m reminded of a saying: It’s easier to sit on a mountain than on a tack. It’s the little things in life that will get you. |
| © 2004, Dee Hiatt |