You never know who your real friends are until things get ugly. I didn’t know that B.J. Cleveland WAS a real friend until he came to my rescue, TWICE.
We were just acquaintances who chatted through social media until last fall, when I got caught in a storm. I was driving down Northwest Highway when it hit and took conditions down to zero visibility. I pulled off the road to get out of the high winds when I noticed a group of people standing next to a building. They were motioning others to come in so I, in a state of panic, ran from my car and followed them. Continue reading →