I started walking on the Katy Trail at 6:45 AM. the air was still fresh with a slight breeze. At 8 miles as I drained the last of my second water bottle, I saw the figure coming toward me in the distance. As it approached I noticed it was a man pushing a baby carriage loaded with camping gear. His name was Jim. “I am walking to pay tribute to my son, Jim”, he said. “He killed himself”.
Disheartened, I plugged along thinking about life and the blessings of my own family.