Run On…

Traveling is challenging. Here’s a quick testimony from Dawn about one experience of it.

"One time in a hurry to catch my plane, I ran through the Bangkok airport. My feet stung with horrible pain. Every step was agony. On my back was a heavy bag and in my right hand was twenty pounds of somebody else's clothes. But no bother, I kept on running. The voice of my mother telling me to run faster made my feet, clad in high-heels, pound on the floor all the more. I ran on the moving belt, and as I ran passed a man standing on the belt my high-heel boots suddenly collapsed underneath. And I nearly fell on the Thai guy! He sort of looked astonished, so I just smiled and muttered my apologizes. I'm sure I looked a tad bit crazy, bun askew, face sweaty, and my smile half insane. And, of course, I kept on running."