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Sunday, March 14, 2010

That which doesn?t kill us makes us stronger

I was sitting in Starbucks today enjoying my House coffee, large, and a man walked over and sat down at my table.  I looked at him over the screen of my laptop and said a tentative “Hi….”  He then proceeded to tell me his life’s story, which I really didn’t appreciate at first but soon became enthralled.  He’d been through such horrors as childhood rape, muggings, orphaned, religion, and scores more.  There I sat, in rapt attention, admiring his physique.  He noticed my wayward eyes and said, “Yeah, I so damn strong, I’m dying.  I’ve got a week to live.”

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