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Continue reading →: From Terror to Trains
The off white walls of the hospital room where loud that morning, but not nearly as loud as the silence that filled the air as I touched my tiny mans foot. Just moments before I had been told that he was showing signs of seizure activity and would be transferred…
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Continue reading →: My Job is Obedience
I recently heard someone say, “My job is obedience, not to know all the outcomes”, that simple phrase has been repeating in my head like a song that you just cannot seem to shake. My job is obedience. My job is obedience. My job is obedience. I do not have…
