“Mom!” Denise covered over my cry. “Let him be a ghost!”

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“Mom!” Denise covered over my cry. “Let him be a ghost!”
…and your knees can’t take the pounding, so hard running is out. And you got arthritis in your neck, and you’ve got calcium deposits on most of your joints, so sparring is out…
At this point, I was no longer interested in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues or anything else contributing to my salvation…
My father thought I was taking depressants and slammed me against the wall with one hand, holding me a good 12″ above the ground.
If you were watching last week, then you might remember the magic moment when…
“…that is not my name,” I replied sternly but carefully, remembering my surroundings and more important, my job.