The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
Brandon MullThere are no insect eggs in my food.โ Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising,โ Nate suggested.
Brandon MullAny simpleton can speak with confidence. Sometimes the greatest fools have the most bravado.
Brandon MullHours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
Brandon Mull