Our Shalom
One day when George was eight, his parents left him alone at home. His mom had some errands to run while his dad was away at a meeting at church. Everything was going just fine for George at home until he decided to chase the dog. They ran from the kitchen out into the living room. The dog was barking, and George was laughing with delight. They wove in and out of the furniture, circling faster and faster each time around.