While out walking, I often pause and take a quick snap of the steps I find. They may be wooden and wore or concrete and crumbling. Each has a story to tell. Each has a purpose. Each reminds me of life.
When I first started volunteering at Arrowhead Clubhouse, I thought it was a way for me to benefit others with my expertise or abilities. I thought I was helping them. That’s not true. I volunteer for a completely different reason. A selfish reason.
What if our differences in opinions, beliefs, and facts weren’t an act of war but an olive branch to better understand?
We join our heroine as she is on her way to the hospital in the next phase of a battle plan in the war against her uterus — with a second weapon for her use.