8 macho men took the trails of Machismo’s backyard for a multi-wooded ruck. We started heading through waterlogged fields, crossed a damn, over the hill, through the woods, but to Grandma’s we dare not go. No, there on the return, there was yet another log. This one weighing in at a speculative 800#s together we hoisted said burden to varied shoulders and marched near 300 yards. Maybe this log is better left in the woods.
Prayer requests for DTHs acquaintance going through detox from Alchoholism. Dad’s family bearing the burden of his father’s death. Also add Machismos neighbor Kerri at the time of the ruck YHC didn’t know she had passed on from her battle with Cancer.
We bear each other’s burdens.
