My heart was racing at 100 beats per minutes. My skin was pale. My hands were cold and clammy…
Let me rewind 48 hours and take you back to Thursday with me.
My legs were weak when I arrived at work and walked down the hill toward the chapel on our school campus. I hadn’t worked out, yet my legs felt wobbly. Our seniors were graduating and every year we hold a Baccalaureate service to honor and celebrate them as they prepare for college and the next chapter of their lives. Continue reading ““But you don’t look sick.””