What Are You Learning: Thoracic Big 3: And How Long?

How long are you going to wait before you demand the best for yourself?

It’s Sunday morning, and the sun has been out for a while.

I’m barely breathing, praying the cat doesn’t meow. Or yawn. Of even breathe loudly.

I have to pee, but if I can hold out just a little bit, Mom will sleep in, and we’ll miss church.

I hate church.

I’m still not sure why I ever believed we’d sleep in — we never did. Inevitably, Mom woke up, forced me out of bed, and rushed us to Sunday School.

That’s when the real pain began — the pain of paying attention when I was barely ten years old and the only one of my friends forced to worship every Sunday — or any other day, for that matter.

We’d get lunch afterward, usually with aunts, uncles, and cousins. No one was in a hurry, there were no smartphones, and we really milked our time together.