Date Submitted: 7/7/2017
When I was a baby, 9 months and 9 days old, I was probably asleep, or sobbing for mashed potatoes. My parents were probably at work; at the time, my mom was a nurse, and my dad was a landlord. Maybe I sat in a baby crib in my dad's office, hearing the tv in the distance.
It was as if everyone in that church understood, the world had to change, that we had to change to rise above events like 9/11 and be a more united planet.
James (story excerpt)