While visiting a church today, a young man tapped me on the shoulder at the end of the service. How nice, I thought, that someone is going to introduce himself to me. This is a friendly place!
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "But I noticed that your tag is still on your blouse. Would you like me to tear it off for you?"
"Why didn't my friend tell me about that?" I asked the stranger, not that he would know why the woman I sat next to in Sunday school had been oblivious to my plight.
The stranger just smiled at me.
"Yes," I said. "Thank you."
After he handed me the tag, we introduced ourselves and made a bit of small talk. Maybe I should wear new clothes more often...
Childbirth is one of the most magical of life's experiences. And that's what Nashville's Lily Gillmor was hoping for, but what it turned into instead was an excruciatingly painful, life-altering ordeal. Gillmor had what she describes as a "regular" vaginal childbirth, but she experienced some tissue damage when her son was born.
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