One of my choice friends, from Syracuse, New York, often uses the phrase “I’m Rescued” as a theme for his life. He even uses it as an email address.
Let’s be honest, there is something innate within all of us that hopes to be delivered, to be saved from danger, to sing like Fontella Bass in 1965 when she belted out, “Rescue Me.” Railroad damsels tied to the tracks waiting for someone, anyone, even …
