The day I left the porch

I was sitting by the pool of Bethesda,feeling sorry for myself—ruminating over my longtime condition.

Financially crippled,professionally paralyzed,I endured another day waiting for the stirring of the waters,hoping the currents of prosperity would flow in my direction.

March 24, 1986
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit