No Greater Love
There is a biological clock that ticks. Sometimes it's so faint, I don't even hear it. Other times, its tick-tock is more like a sonic boom in my ears, reminding me that my "best years" are quickly slipping by. There have been times where I thought the clock's ticking was meaningless because my life was headed in the right direction. The good guy in my life would lead to a proposal, house, family...to taking my rightful place in society. Or, I was applying for jobs in big cities where I could live the single life seen in the movies...just fun and friends! With the guys never seeming to pan out, I figured it was time to spread my wings and fly. To become Miss Independent, far away from the small country life I have lived for so long. And many, many people encouraged it. There is no future here in Greenville, no real single friends my age, no possibilities for someone like me. Then there were those that questioned, what are you going to do about "so