by Kallie C
Earlier this spring, a friend of mine posted this picture of me in this post as a part of a mini series called Do Not Edit. This post is one I wrote a few weeks after that photo shoot in response to the powerful experience that it was.
By Dr. Tina Schermer Sellers
I was recently talking to a college student who had been saving her pennies for two years to buy her dream car - a 1966 Ford Falcon. She bubbled over about how she washed it, made seat covers for it, found other local Falcon lovers and parked it far away from other cars when in a public parking lot. She was exuberant about her "new" car. Now to someone else, a 47-year-old car would be a piece of junk. For that person, one more dent would mean nothing. Sounds indicating a need for a mechanic, would go ignored. Oil changes would be forgotten. We care for what is precious to us.