“Do old things,” God whispered to me, as I asked him what I ought to do with all the time I now found on my hands. Shattering my ankle in six places had definitely not been on the agenda for my life. The accident had forced me to be off my feet for six months, and I had little to keep me occupied.
p>“Old things? Hmm. I wonder what that means?” I thought to myself. Suddenly a picture popped into my mind. It was of me...
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