Wednesday, December 17, 2014
It was Martin Luther King, Jr. day. As the morning rolled around, my alarm went faulty. As a woman who is known for being inappropriately early for everything in life – flights, dentist appointments, dinner at Mom’s, etc. – imagine my frazzled state when I realized I slept in. It was just the start to a bad day, and I was in a foul mood. But we had a mentoring and volunteering project planned so I grudgingly loaded my car with supplies for the day’s service project and was on my way.