6 Cups of Kindness
The steady downpour of rain chilled me to the bone. The fingers on my gloveless hands felt like icicles. Climbing the steep, slippery, uneven steps at Petra, Jordan drained me of energy. The smell of smoke reached me before I saw its source. And then I heard, "Come and sit down. You must be tired. Here, have some tea."
Bob JonesMay 12, 2022
