As I get older, and I watch the time fly past me and I get so scared. I’m not afraid of death. I’m afraid of not fulfilling my dreams and ambitions before that time comes. 😔
I’ve lost numerous goods friends over the “woke” stuff.
Good friends. Who at one time we labored together in the Gospel. We cried together. Knew each other families.
For me, this hurts. Why I’m so passionate about this.