A Perfect Brightness of Hope by Scott Sligting 101 weeks. 707 days. 16,968 hours. Is that a long time? Some days I would answer yes. Some days I would answer yes a little less quick. Some days I MIGHT even say no, that it really isn't that long. Because, at the end of any given period of time you don't remember everything, solely the few moments that burned themselves into your memory. Things like Debating about calling CPS on a family with 4 children, Holding a bucket for an alcoholic to throw up into, Seeing a grandma have a stroke and narrowly avoid hitting your car before crashing, The first time you walk into a trailer that houses a family of 10 that's the size of your living room at home, Hearing the cries of someone who just got the phonecall for a loved one's death. 101 weeks is not a long time after all, actually. But some moments seemed to last an eternity. "[T]he time passed away with us, and also our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream.....
