Читать книгу The Freedom of Forgiveness - Allen B. Jackson - Страница 19

The Freedom of Forgiveness

and my disdain for him. It’s funny, looking back, I never did get to that conversation about the truck I was considering purchasing.

I showered, dressed, and headed out to the podiatrist. As I was leaving, I told my mom about my appointment and that I would be back in time to head out to clean the banks.

And my mom would say something to me that I didn’t pay any attention to that day, but it rang loud in my mind years later. As I was walking out of the door, my mom said to me, “OK, I’m tired; I’m going to lay down and get some rest. Wake me up when you get back.” These would be the last words I would hear from my mother’s lips.

After seeing the doctor, I headed back home to get ready to go clean the banks with my mom. I took the quickest way, so that I would have a few minutes to relax before heading to work. As I drove home