The first time I ever saw Alex, he was lying next to a food bowl outside of the Winn-Dixie grocery store near my house.
He looked up at me with big sad eyes as I walked into the store one night. I didn’t know who he belonged to or what he was doing at the store, so I asked while I was checking out.
“He’s been here all day,” the cashier said. “Some woman put him out of the car this morning with that bowl and a ball. She took off and he’s been here ever since.”
On the way out the door, I stopped to visit him. He didn’t have a real tail, but he wagged a little stump of a tail at getting some attention. Another store employee told me that people had been petting the dog all day, but nobody was interested in taking him home.
As I was petting the dog and trying to figure out whether I could help him, a couple of other customers stopped to talk. They were both big animal lovers, they said, and they both expressed a willingness to help. Each said she knew someone who wanted a dog, but neither had a place to keep him that night.
Defense mechanism led me to repress unacceptable emotions
NOTEBOOK: The forest is burning, so quit arguing about single trees
What if we’ve completely missed the point of loving other people?
Totalitarians want to seize your cash as the moral rot continues
At times, we have to just wait for the day when we’ll see the fruit
What do you love enough to want once more before life slips away?

I’m terribly sorry to break it to you, but straw polls mean nothing
Assassin or patsy? How can you trust any of the players in this case?
In dysfunctional modern culture, porn defines ‘normal’ for millions