January 11
One night, when I was a boy, my mother told me a simple
story. A little frog landed in the middle of a deep tire track in a muddy road.
Jump as he might he couldn’t get out. The other frogs headed back to the pond
for the night. Splash- little frog was back. .
"How did you get out,” the others demanded?
I was in a worldly rut for years. Then I saw the truck
coming and made the choice to jump free.
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