I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a risk taker. My wife definitely isn’t as she grew up the daughter of an insurance salesman who made his career on convincing people to prepare for the worst. A year ago we moved houses and started on a new adventure. We packed up some of our belongings into a storage unit but the one thing we brought with us for the move was our St. Brigid’s Cross that had been hanging over the front door of our home for all those years. The Brigid’s Cross is typically hung over a doorway entrance to protect...
