Then she added, “But I can tell you’re not dead.”
Why was I surprised? I knew already that certain poor choices had sent me into a downward spiral. A spell of chilly weather froze me to the bones. To add insult to injury, I scampered about the garden in the chilly mist for three full hours without bundling up. Sandled but bare feet gliding through wet grass. Placing my bum on a cold, damp rock wall for far too long.
Still, her exclamation sent a mild but penetrating shock wave reaching deep into my cells.
“I’m not dead? What does she mean? Am I that close to being dead?”