Fostering T: The Aftermath

I looked down at the horse crap on my empty pant leg.  “More crap, just what I need,” I thought.  Being an amputee with an empty pant leg, I had closed my car door while unknowingly shutting my pant leg in the door of the car and then traveled all the way to Quarryville, PAContinue reading “Fostering T: The Aftermath”