Last night, as I got into my bed, I reached for my cell phone to turn off the ringer. In the brief moment between when I got the idea to turn it off and when my hand touched the phone, I remembered that I had wanted to call my son earlier, and never got to do that. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” I thought.
No need, because at the exact moment my hand touched the phone, it rang and it was my little boy. Continue reading