: About Me

The Epiphany He knelt down in the dirt to pray, as he had done everyday over the past months. After finishing his long prayer, as always hoping for the epiphany that never came, he walked up a weed covered hill to his car. By the time he reached the station he was nearly out of fuel. The front bumper of his junk car, with worn-out shock absorbers, struck the pavement as he pulled in to buy gasoline. He stopped the rusted out, twelve year-old Honda Civic at a pump and walked in to pay the service attendant. Scrounging through his pocket, Fred Barrows pulled out a handful of change, carefull...