Prayer, Hope, and Starting Over.
So you are driving to walmart and notice a really fit gal jogging down the street, she's got matching shorts and shirt, headphones blasting music, and some cool sunglasses on which keep her very far away from the reality that surrounds her. She is checked out. You have never spoken to her but you know her. She's the chick from highschool who had it all. Size 2, great hair, awesome car, great personality.... the girl you wanted so bad to be. She's the girl that if you were her... all would be right with the world. As you drive past you can't keep from looking in your rear view mirror... just to check and see if she has stopped, or is walking.... but no, she is still jogging (you roll your eyes). She looks like she could run forever, and.... she probably can. As you look forward and drive to walmart you feel the tightness of the seatbelt on your waist, the steering wheel which is just too close to your stomach, and the aches in your back and feet..and know the hour y...