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He's lying.
He has to be--all the strangers do. He's another nameless face trying to hurt me, that's all, and I finally snap. I'm so sick of it that I'm screaming bumptious abuse at him before either of us knows what's happening.
Except this time, this stranger tells the truth, and it's hard. The proof is right next door, and even though I'm forbidden to see it, I'm well aware of its existence. I'm galvanized into silence, and the ringing quiet addles my brain more than the shouting ever could.
The stranger seems fine enough, like he deals with this Read more
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Placing that cap on my head and dressing myself in those long gowns meant that I was about to take my first step out of the safe zone.

From my first day of middle school to my final day of high school, I have always attended a small Christian school. I was forced to attend against my will. Both of my older brothers went to Christian schools when they were young as well. My parents thought that it was the best way to keep us safe while at the same time giving us a quality education.

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Placing that cap upon my head and dressing myself in those long gowns meant that I was about to take my first step out of the safe zone.

From my first day of middle school to my final day of high school, I have always attended a small Christian school. I was forced to attend against my will. Both of my older brothers went to it when they were young as well. My parents thought that it was the best solution to keeping us safe while at the same time gaining a quality education.

I am very thankful Read more
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He was always misplacing things. Cell phone, wallet, keys. Had I collected the moments spent helping him look for things never truly lost, I could have taken a trip around the world, built a pyramid, maybe even finished law school.
Oftentimes, he would ask me to call his phone so that he could follow the ringtone and find it. If he left the house without it, he would call from a friend's phone and ask me if I'd seen it. Sure as sunrise, I would find it in plain site. I would glance around and there it was, on Read more
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It was a pitch-black night. I glanced up, opened my mouth to say--felt the body hit, heard the lump lump lump as parts thumped the underlength of our car. "We've got a problem; I've got to pull over," my husband's voice sounded strained. I glanced over and saw all of the idiot lights on the dash lighted up. "A wof, it was a wolf," I said. "All the lights lit the instant we hit; I've never seen a dash light up like that," he said. "When we were abreast of the truck, I got Read more
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Just over a year ago, I had the opportunity to be a Student Missionary in Costa Rica. I became a teacher to 25 noisy, energetic youngsters. Beyond that, I had the good fortune to be placed with a local family who spoke only Spanish. I was not only going to earn teaching experience, but I was also going to finally become a fluent Spanish speaker!

My first four months were perfection. Of course I had ups and downs, spells of homesickness and times of sheer exhaustion, but those hardships were always fleeting. The students and I worked hard Read more
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Just over a year ago, I had the opportunity to be a Student Missionary in Costa Rica. I became a teacher to 25 noisy, energetic youngsters. Beyond that, I had the good fortune to be placed with a local family who spoke only Spanish. I was not only going to earn teaching experience, but I was also going to finally become a fluent Spanish speaker!

My first four months were perfection. Of course I had ups and downs, spells of homesickness and times of sheer exhaustion, but those hardships were always fleeting. The students and I worked hard Read more
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In the memoir, Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther explores the process of dying, as his son, Johnny, fights a devastating brain tumor. Gunther's son was only 17, struggling against death, fighting against the spark of life. Gunther wrote, "A primitive to-the-death struggle of reason against violence, reason against disruption, reason against brute unthinking force--this was what went on in Johnny's head. What he was fighting against was the ruthless assault of chaos. What he was fighting for, as it were, the life of the human mind." As Johnny courageously faces death, his father raises important questions, "What does it Read more
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Living with my family was a process of continual adjustment. It was like living in a foreign country, I could never guess what was going to happen next. That's how I felt. I didn't know if my mom would be in a good mood or a bad mood, if my brother would be in some kind of trouble or if he would be home watching TV, if my dad would get upset at my mom and escape for a few days, or if he would stay home and we would all get along. The good times we had felt like Read more
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When I was 19, I decided to desert my native country, Bulgaria, and start a new life in America.
Shoumen was the city where I was born, where I learned to speak, read and write. It was a place where I lived for most of my childhood, where I found the meaning of friendship, relationships, love, life, and death. Surrounded by snow-top mountains, icy lakes and bushy woods, Shoumen was, in fact, the perfect place to grow up. Until, one day, I woke up and realized, after my parent's divorce and my brother's death, this place no longer felt Read more
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With Both Hands Whenever I think of my mother, my mind flips to this story. Not to the whole story, but right to the middle of it, the worst moments of it. For me, that's where the story always starts. My mother was beating the hell out of me. The first few blows seemed to come from every direction as I grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, not …
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Reasons to be Thankful By Robert Israel They scraped me off the street, my bicycle in a heap nearby, and ever so gingerly placed me on the gurney. A crowd of curious onlookers watched intently, thankful they were not being loaded onto the ambulance. The nurses at the hospital were calming as nurses are wont to be, and administered an intravenous tube of morphine, and soon everything around me became fuzzy and numb, and the …
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