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I Believe... [Practicing Gratitude]
...that the first five minutes of every day should be spent reflecting on the things you are grateful for in your life. It reframes every day and reminds you that despite the hardships there is a balance.
...that the first five minutes of every day should be spent reflecting on the things you are grateful for in your life. It reframes every day and reminds you that despite the hardships there is a balance.
Andy disassembled his weapon with lighting speed. He packed it away in the black backpack made specifically for a weapon of this sort. He bolted to the roof access door as fast as his little, chubby legs would carry him. He made his way through the condo/office building stairwell without being noticed just as he had done on his way up. Andy was good at his job. And for a nine-month-old baby, he was really good at it.