| I cannot get her face out of my head.
She was a sweet, elderly woman. I've never met anyone from your country before. She smiled at me. Her hair was woven into braids. Gray. Black. Gray. It fell so lightly upon her pillow. She laughed. Smiled. Showed me pictures of her children. And then...
Pain.
"Help me.. Oh Lord, help me!" she cried out.More Here... |
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| At first glance, it seemed as if someone had pressed rewind. As if I had been transported into time, back to when they first met. More Here... |
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| He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane,
I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so, Oh how He loves us, How He loves us all More Here... |
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| dear mr. a,
i don't know what to say. i don't have many nice things to say. and i feel guilty for feeling this way. More Here... |
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| It is not always the alcoholics, the addicts, the abusive families...that are the most difficult to care for. They are not my toughest patients. Instead, the toughest patients are the ones that...
(when I knock on the door, walk in, and look behind the curtain...)
look like my father. |
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Lifetime
