When you think you can't survive but you do
The tiny lady with the elderly black and white bulldog on a leash was peeking over the bush when Jim saw her.
I was in the middle of watering the flowers at the accident site when Jim pointed her out to me.
"Les," he nodded, 'I think she wants to talk to you."
I looked up and smiled. Then I stepped through the tall, dry stalks of Bird of Paradise plants that lined the ...