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Warrior

November 22, 2012 I tore my ACL and MCL in my right knee. I was devasted, I cried myself to sleep. I was a sophomore in high school, I was asked to play on the varsity basketball team. That went down the drain when I tore those ligaments. I didn't know how to carry myself and didn't know how to deal with not playing basketball. Nine long, hard, and painful months went by. I was forced to sit on the…

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Helon's Story

I was born on July 17th 1995 in Atlanta, Georgia. My story really starts before that in May of that year when an automobile accident my mom was in changed my life. Of course I wasn't born yet, but that event would be central to a story that I have to tell. Sad part aside, the doctors attending to my mom were clever enough to figure out that some damage had been done to me that had caused a bleed…

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My Story

My Story - Bill Davis I grew up in Harlem, which was an unlikely place to find a private Black tennis club. In 1940 at the age of ten, while walking past the Cosmopolitan Tennis Club at 149th street and Convent Avenue, a voice in the doorway said, "Hey kid, want to run balls for this match?". My answer was an immediate "Yes", for I had always wanted to see what was on the other side of that fence. It…

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Awakening Young Minds

Please take your time and listen to this powerful and inspiring message from a 20 year old that talks about life's purpose. Very inspiring & powerful and could change a lot of peoples vision on life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6oI4qpo2BI

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not my weekend, it's my year

when i first walked into that sundayschool class i thought, "wow, he is way too cool to be friends with me." after we became best friends, of course, he confessed that he thought the same. i have never fell in & out of love as many times as i had with him. It was definitely a hate/love relationship. there were a lot of things i thought of him but the normal thoughts faded when i found out he'd cut himself.…

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Overcoming Adversity

At 13 years old I began losing my balance and experiencing numbness in my legs, I knew something was terribly wrong. After becoming unable to walk, an emergency visit to the hospital revealed that I had Transverse Myelitis, an inflammation of my spinal cord. Frightened and apprehensive about my future, I was admitted to Siskin Hospital. The caring staff quickly became family as they enabled me to cope with my illness, and more importantly, feel like a normal teenager again.…

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Yellowberry Bras

“Mary Margaret, you can't wear that!” I whispered to my 13 year old sister in the dressing room as she tried on a leopard push-up bra that was as empty and as fake as the ad on the wall beside her. “Yeah, um… I don't… I don't look like this…” she giggled and looked at me with sheepish eyes. She could magically go from bunny hills to mountain peaks in an instant. We came across the same thing at every…

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Let Nothing Stop You

I started writing poems when I was 9. It has and will forever be my dream to become a famous writer. When I was in my early 20's, someone had stolen over 20 poems from me even the one I wrote for my mom fiftieth birthday. I somewhat continued to write. But a couple of years later my house caught on fire and I had lost almost 40 poems then. At the time I had gone through a few life…

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The Best Friend I've Ever Had

I'm 21 years old and at the moment feel like I have the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Her name is Carolyn (I call her Caz) and I love her more than anything. I really do. She's done so much for me that I have no idea how I'm ever going to repay her for her kindness. Before we'd really become close friends, I was looking to buy my first car after finishing secondary school and out of…

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Sandpaper

I talk often about people being put in our lives for a reason, and there is always a lesson to be learned by or from them. Some of those people put in our lives are there to make us question why they are there. They are annoying, sarcastic, rude, hurtful, aggravating, and simply drive us crazy. I heard a minister describe them as sandpaper because God uses them to form and shape us. Of course, some people feel like belt…

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