• kathyjernigan

Your Floor

I remember the day the floor went in the little green cottage. For 3 months I had been stumbling over pallets in the dirt. Stepping over floor joists, frustrated but believing in the bones of the house. Then one day they built the floor. Just a plywood floor but what a revelation! A floor. A foundation. A way to prove there is a foundation. Something solid to stand on.

That floor made me so happy.

Who built your floor?

I have a theory that a Foundation is essential to make the difference in a person’s life is a FOUNDATION.

Could be your parents, your Grandparents or your adopted family.

Could be anybody who will be there when you fail, when you fall. Who is it for you?

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