With my heart pounding, I held the phone receiver to my ear rehearsing what I might say. Finally a woman's quiet voice answered. "Hello Mrs. M.? This is Tina, Ronna's friend from second grade. "I want to thank you for caring enough to invest in my life when I was 8 years old." Forty-six years ago… Continue reading Does It Really Matter Anyway?
Tina M. Price 