I do not know how it happens, but I keep running into angels. There I am, going about my day, feeling like I need a lift, and voila someone says just what I needed to hear. Or the right song plays on the radio. Or I meet some stranger who lays some deep wisdom on me and then I never see them again. I suppose I could consider these just happy accidents of life. Maybe they are.
Miss Britt - that’s me. I was born in 1980, which means I’m old enough to drink, smoke and vote. I’m happy to say I exercise all of these liberties as needed.