A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to attend Atlanta Pride, and ride in the parade with First Metropolitan Community Church of Atlanta. Our mode of transportation was a brand new, bright red Mercedes convertible.
It was a pretty amazing experience. They don’t call it “Hotlanta” for nothing, although I’m not sure if the cute boys blowing kisses in my direction were aiming them at me or the car!
I got to thinking about that, and the other times in our lives when we are not sure of all the facts and so we, consciously or unconsciously, make up our story about what happened.