Our Lord must really want me to be humbled.
I decided to visit my elderly mother.
Landed in New Jersey and encountered my bag ripped apart. It came down the conveyor belt totally open. My missal and all the holy cards were all over the place. My suit was crumpled. What a nightmare.
But at least the flight wasn’t too turbulent.
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