True Justice Does Exist

Photo by David Marcos on Unsplash

I’m making a left turn at the Sheetz gas station that leads to my house. It’s 7:47 a.m. and I’m stressed. Work is a never ending avalanche. My wife and I just bought a new house and completed a light remodel — only weeks prior before giving birth to our first kid. I’ve ventured out to Starbucks to buy a couple of frozen milkshakes masquerading as coffee as a way to stave off the insanity.