As we went for our daily walk, I reached out and grabbed her hand. I felt safe with her, and I had felt this way since we first met. Unbeknown to her, underneath my boisterous personality, was a broken child who feared the world and trusted no one. Yet, her presence seemed to magically remove the fear and worry that filled my mind.
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Story-lines: Life, Death, and the In-between
“As much as we as humans love story-lines, the reality is that we actively participate in one every moment of our lives.”
