The day started with Bradley gasping for air, it was probably just another bad dream. He climbed out of bed, checked his clock, 10:45 am. He had 20 minutes to make it across The Maitland on his bike to the park near Magnolia St, for his job interview. This is what he came here for after all, it’s why he left his farmland out west. He was perturbed with himself for waking up so late. After he had slipped on his every day black slacks with his baby blue button up, he stared at the pantry, face bland, “not today” he muttered to myself. This time, maybe it really was the quenching feeling his stomach that had intensified for the interview, that made him lose all appetite. Maybe this time it was not his Leukemia. He grabbed his bike and walked it down the West Maitland hall all the way to the stairs because the elevator is never guaranteed. It sometimes addled his brain, knowing that this is what he worked so diligently for. Growing up, he raised financial support from his previous neigh...
"The Best Sermons Are Lived Not Preached"