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Wearing A Smile

A few years ago I lost my buddy Jack to cancer... Wait, wait before you get all sad there's more to the story! Jack knew me since the first breath I took on this earth. He was always in my life in some aspect or another. When he first got sick, I was mad. I didn't understand how this could happen to a guy like Jack and what I also didn't understand was how Jack didn't seem a bit worried.…

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Run Jonathan, Run!!

RUN JONATHAN, RUN! My name is Verlaine Brunot and I would like to share with you all a story about the power of perseverance, dedication and willpower. This is a story about my youngest brother Jonathan. Jonathan is a handsome, charming and energetic twenty five year old who has severe autism. Jonathan Brunot was born on March 14, 1989; a healthy child with an expressive personality. He had lots of eye contact, and his vocabulary built steadily as he began…

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Letting Go

No matter how hard it is for you to decide whether to leave that person who had played a vital role in your life but has hurt-ed you, you have to do it with conviction- for yourself and for all that wants you to be happy..

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FORGIVING MY TEACHER FROM BYGONE DAYS

I am a happily married 45 year old father of two. I have been living in the US since 1992. I grew up on the island of Jamaica. Back in September 1979 I entered Grade 5 at a primary school in rural Jamaica where I had a very strict class teacher named Ms. Cynthia Lawson. In Jamaican schools corporal punishment is still the chief means by which teachers discipline their young charges. Ms. Lawson kept her cane (rod of discipline…

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My Adoption Story

Hi! My name is Pia and I'm 20 years old. I recently made a video talking openly about my adoption story and I feel like it would be an inspiration to those families looking to adopt. Here's my link, I hope you enjoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8HE3pIW_nA&feature=youtu.be Sincerely, Pia

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Joke and Great Kindness

I'm a cashier at a grocery store who's close to graduating university, or at least I was. I was still living with my parents in my last year of school when everything started falling apart around me. My mom had cancer a few years back and went through chemo and the whole shebang. We thought it had worked and she was in remission until one day she slipped into a coma and wouldn't wake up. When we brought her to…

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New Orleans Hero

I worked for a large corporation and one day as part of a team building exercise, each leader described who their hero was and why. As we went around the room we heard about leaders of great power, CEO's, Billionaires, Politicians, and Movie Stars. When they came to gain my feedback, at first I was a little embarrassed. You see, my hero was not famous, had little money, little or no education and was somewhat older at the time. I…

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some dreams

There are words we could not say, words that no one might be longing to hear, words that we dearly wanted to say but rest and stay only in the deepest part of our soul. Sacrificing one's own feeling, choosing what is right over what is best., wherein, when we close our eyes in the midst of confusion be able to find divine answers. To overcome obstacle that only great warriors can conquer, believed in dreams that seems elusive.

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Me and Him

I don' really want people knowing my name so let's just say my name is 'Roxy'. I was 14 back then when I fell in love with a guy my age, let's call him 'Clay'. He was my classmate for 8 years. I was in 2nd grade when I first met him. So, I reached 8th grade and knew how amazing he was. HE was popular and I ain't. He had pretty girls all over him. He was HOT. The…

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A Glorious Morning

A Glorious Morning by Pam A gentle breeze ruffled the curtains, bringing with it the fragrant scent of roses. The call of songbirds floated through the air. Lying on the cool, crisp sheets was comforting, but this promised to be a glorious morning. Sliding quietly from the covers and slipping on a silk robe, I shuffled across the thick carpet, smiling at its softness between my toes. My walk down the hall was interrupted by my traditional peek into each…

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