Bob Cutshaw owned a shop in North Carolina selling stones to tourists.He had the knack of spotting rocks people would buy.One day, he encountered a unique stone while hiking in the mountains.He couldn’t discern what it was.So he tucked it away in his closet, thinking...
Thirty-three years ago, I got sober.It was determined for me.I was sitting in jail after a wild night of drinking, facing the possibility of spending the next 10 years in prison.Through divine intervention, I side-stepped a lengthy incarceration.But I had a lot of...
