Part 3: when we are given a gift we are afraid to lose 

When I was younger a sort of fearlessness marked my life. At least I would have liked to have thought of myself as a “dare-devil.” The potential for skinned knees never kept me from roller blading or skate boarding (no I was not an Avril Lavigne wanna-be… okay, so maybe I was), the possibility of … Continue reading Part 3: when we are given a gift we are afraid to lose