People do a lot of things to get stuff off their backs. Different things. Crazy things. When one is stressed, we typically hear “take a walk”, “have a nap”, or “go out and play”. We seldom hear, “Why don’t you go hang?” Yeah, I sense some eyebrow raises, and some heads turn as I write that. A daily hanging session not only turns heads but turns your body into something else. What do I mean by ‘Hang’? Hanging, to put it quite simply, needs only two things: a sturdy horizontal
Ireland, 1985. People are losing jobs, and factories are slowly shutting their doors. And the hostile cold doesn’t seem to be helping either. But Bill Furlong, a coal and timber merchant, is in a decent place. His family is doing well and has no nagging debts. During his busiest season, Christmas time, a delivery job to the convent led to a profound discovery, prompting him to examine himself and his conscience. During his visit to the church that day, he learns that the nuns
