there but for the grace of God

go I

Daughter and pops playing chess in the cow trough on a hot summer day.

There but for the grace of God go I. That’s what I said. That’s what I thought, any time I would read a tragic story of a family losing a child. We have been through our fair share of hardships, some would same traumas or tragedy, but we prefer hardships. We’ve had our mettle tested, …