My husband and I travel a lot for our work, as well as with family and for pleasure. We see a lot of sights…and stop at a lot of rest stops along the highways.
The other day, as we sat enjoying homemade sandwiches at a sunny picnic table, my heart broke at what I saw. Walking toward me was a group of people, all with large sodas in their hands. They could barely move. It appeared that each step was pure agony for them.