Hope & Healing

On a brilliant, blue-sky day in June of 1984, my new husband and I drove to a small town on the Snake River in Idaho for his softball tournament. A local bar sponsored one of the teams and the team showed up with two kegs in the back of a pickup truck. I drank free beer the rest of the day. Late in the afternoon, I stood up in the stands to cheer for a great play and pitched forward on the seats headfirst. I got myself upright again with no apparent damage.