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Recently, my friend, who is a physician, told me she wasn't doing a ＂good enough＂ job being a parent and was missing out on her children's lives.
I've learned that other physicians also believe the 1 of their profession will somehow adversely(不利地)affect their children's 2.
I tell my colleagues not to 3, and that one day their child will appreciate them for their life as a 4child.
I can say this 5 my mother was a palliative-care physician. Being the daughter of a palliative care physician wasn't 6: I came to understand mother's absence, having to 7her with others, and being 8to human suffering and death were just 9 of my life. 10, being the child of a physician had a 11 effect on my life. I learned love was sacrifice and you would get love and appreciation in return. If I could have my 12over again, I wouldn't change much.
Sure, there were times when I wanted to 13 my mother's pager（传呼机）out of the window, or 14that she could have attended school events. But even as a child I knew what I was 15, and what she was sacrificing, were 16 worth it for the life that I got to lead. My mother's work as a palliative-care physician provided me with experiences that enriched my life, teaching me 17 lessons, skills and the knowledge of kindness, sympathy and generosity.
So, to anyone who is concerned about 18 a career with raising children, I offer you my reassurance. While there will be tough times, one day your child will 19 you for the experiences and the life they've had as a result of your 20.
Rolling, dark clouds covered much of the sky. The warm wind suddenly became cold and picked up wildly, sending some dead leaves flying 1 across the sky. A few drops of rain mixed with ice began to fall, then into heavy 2.
Doug, my older brother, and I first rode the bus to a bus stop. Then we3 off and began our long walk home. The wind was 4 the snow around us like a huge blanket, making it 5 to see clearly. The only sounds we heard were the6 of the wind as well as the crunch of our footsteps on the snow. Slowly but 7, my brother and I were 8 to death. Looking to my left, I saw a pine tree and squatted down.
“What are you doing here, Bud? Come on!” said Doug, “There's no 9 behind this little tree. If we rest here, we will die from the freeze.”
“You go on, and I'll 10 soon.” I replied.
Doug was 11 for a moment. Then he spoke,“Bud, do you remember the four pine trees at the side of the road? 12 we get there, we can rest a while and get warm. You just stick your hand down the back of my 13, keep your head down and hold on.”
As we struggled through the snow, my hand 14 from my brother's belt and I fell to my knees.
“Where are the trees?”I said, as the snow 15 up around me like a feather bed. Once again, Doug pulled me to my feet.
“Just a few more 16 and we'll be home and warm,”he said.
As the darkness closed around us, we approached home, 17. I only heard a worried shouting not in the distance. Then someone took my hand and 18 me into a warm, bright light. And then I survived.
Now, I still think about the lesson learned from our winter 19 story: Never 20, no matter what will happen.
That summer,Luke had been my closest companion for five years.We get lots of1in our area during the summer season.Many forests are badly2by fire each year.That hot summer,not far from our shelter,a forest3 fire.It was July,and there had been a heat wave going on for three days.Luke rushed toward the forest where the fire was sending out a4heat.There was no longer any hope at that moment to wait for Luke to come back to the5. In fact,I was waiting for firefighters to tell me that he had6in the forest.Suddenly,a fireman burst into my office and7me that my log Luke had succeeded in saving four kittens who had been8by the flames.According to the fireman,Luke seized the kittens,one by one moving them to a9place.
I immediately10the fireman to the forest to pick up the rescued kittens.11we got to the scene of the incident,we saw that Luke was not there.Then we heard the12of a dog barking in the forest.I13the barks as Luke's.The fireman followed the14of the dog until they found him barking loudly by the side of an injured fireman who was lying on the ground and15waiting for rescue.
Thanks to Luke,four kittens and a fireman were saved.That day,I was very proud of Luke for his two heroic 16.Luke showed much compassion（同情心）for both animals like him and for a human being who was trying to put out the fire with his colleagues.Truth to be told,my17was immeasurable.
I paid a visit to the fireman in his house accompanied by my lovely Luke.What a18scene it was when the fireman hugged Luke tightly to his chest!"One thousand thanks,Luke,for saving my life,"the fireman said.
This true story of love and compassion shows us that pets are loving,caring and compassionate.We should love and19them.Little animals can do20things for humans.
Sleeping in Class
I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday. I was a college freshman and had1most of the night before laughing and talking with friends. Now just 2 my first class of the day my eyelids were feeling 3and my head was drifting down to my desk to make my textbook a 4. A few minutes’ nap time before class couldn’t5, I thought.
Boom! I lifted my head immediately and my eyes opened wider than saucers. I looked around with my heart 6 quickly trying to find the cause of the 7. My young professor was looking back at me with a 8, boyish smile on his face. He had 9 dropped the pile of textbooks he was carrying onto Ms desk. “Good morning!” he said, still smiling. “I’m glad to see everyone is 10. Now let's get started.”
For the next hour I wasn’t sleepy at all. It wasn’t from the shock of my professor's textbook11either. It was12from the attractive discussion he led. With knowledge and good humor, he made the material come alive. His insights were full of both wisdom and loving kindness. I13the classroom not only wide awake, but a little 14and a little better as well.
I learned something far more important than 15 in class that day, too. I learned that if you are going to do something in this life, do it well, do it 16, and make it an 17 of your love. What a glorious place this world would be if all of us did our work joyously and well. What a beautiful world we could 18 if every doctor, teacher, musician, cook, waitress, poet, miner, farmer, and laborer made their work an expression of their love. Don’t sleepwalk your way through life then. 19! Let your love fill your work and your soul. Life is 20short not to live it well.
I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I'm left1.Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other2?
I was growing up in Kuala Lumpur in the early 1960s,3children from different races and religions played and studied4in harmony. At that time my family lived a stone's5from Ismail's. And no one was bothered that Ismail was a Malay Muslim and I was an Indian Hindu-we just6our differences. Perhaps, our elders had not filled our heads with unnecessary advice, well7or otherwise.
We were nine when we became friends. During the school holidays, we'd8the countryside on our bicycles, hoping to9the unexpected. At times Ismail would accompany my family as we made a rare shopping trip to town. We would be glad of his10.
When I was twelve, my family moved to Johor. Ismail's family later returned to their village, and I11touch with him.
One spring afternoon in 1983, I stopped a taxi in Kuala Lumpur. I12my destination. The driver acknowledged my13but did not move off. Instead, he looked14at me. “Raddar?”he said, using my childhood nickname(绰号). I was astonished at being so15addressed(称呼). Unexpectedly! It was Ismail! Even after two16we still recognized each other. Grasping his shoulder, I felt a true affection, something17to describe.
If we can allow our children to be18without prejudice, they'll build friendships with people, regardless of race or religion, who will be19their side through thick and thin. On such friendships are societies build and20we can truly be, as William Shakespeare once wrote, “we happy few, we band of brothers”.
Two old beggars(乞丐)were sitting on a busy street corner of a big city. They watched1as a lot of people walked by without looking at them. Sometimes, a kind-hearted woman or a small child would2a few coins in the hats in front of them.
Today was not a3day for begging. The men were able to 4enough for a big meal. As it was getting dark, they started to5their things.
Just as they were getting ready to leave, they6a man walking towards them. He was a7man—they could tell that from his fine clothes. The first beggar said to the second with8, “He's coming our way!” The man stopped,9into his pocket and took something out. What looked like a piece of hard10, wrapped(包裹)in white paper, hit each of their waiting hats. The rich man turned and 11his way.
“He could have easily left us a few 12or a bill, but he laughed at us with a piece of rock candy,” said the first beggar. He looked at the offering 13 “We can't 14this at all—we have no teeth.” With these words, he picked up the thing and threw it away. Then he collected his things and 15.
The second beggar wanted to do the same, 16a second thought made him change his 17 “I haven't had anything like this for ages,” he thought. “How 18of that man to offer me something so sweet!” With that, he opened the white paper. To his 19 there was no rock candy inside.20, a shiny white pearl worth thousands of dollars fell into his hand.
I was on vacation with my husband,my brother,his wife and daughter.We were not1with the area and got on a bus,thinking it would be a nice way to see the downtown's old town area.Well,2talking with the bus driver,we didn't find that we were.on the neighborhood route（线路）which3school children and delivers people to various4places.That was a route of over about two hours.That was a surprise and a concern because we5our vehicle in a6parking area and it was going to end.
We shared this with the bus driver only to let her know we were not from the area and7for getting on her bus by mistake.Then she surprised us8further saying,“I get off shift（换班）after a few more blocks,and if you don't9taking my company car,I'd be happy to take you10to your vehicle before the time end.”The bus driver received permission from her11,so we gratefully said yes to her12.
She went out of her way to take us back to our vehicle13her shift was over and it wasn't on her route to home either.We were14and grateful for her kindness.15,because she shared some of her16about the school-age children she sometimes had on the bus route,I offered her a few17on how to quiet the children with a skill that would make the ride safer for them18for her.She was so19.It was a wonderful20of kindness!
Mother's Day, 2017 was the last time that all my three kids would be kids at home. I was 1 a Mother's Day to remember.
That morning, I got up early and left for2 since I was the math teacher in the same school with my boys. The boys and I were going3as usual, so I expected the time I'd have with the three of them surrounding me during break. I entered the office after my class4the crowd for their faces. I didn't find the boys, but wasn't too worried5their classes often ran late. I found a row with plenty of room for all four of us6seats for my handsome young men.
The longer I sat there, the more7and angry I got. How could they 8their mother on this of all days? I couldn't9my work, only on how I'd been wronged10the time the last morning class ended, I could hardly wait to get home and give them a piece of my mind.
Arriving home, I noticed a pile of roses on the ground. I looked closer and saw the roses were the11of a track made from fresh flowers, which led to our room. As I 12the flowers, the door got opened and three 13faces greeted me. They let me see what they'd been working on all14.
The words were 15the entire floor, “Happy Mother's Day, We Love You. ”They were placed with16.The space was 17with sweet of roses and other flowers. They'd asked for a(an)18and worked all morning, gathering fresh flowers and arranging them into surprise message.
I immediately realized I'd been much too hurried in my19of the situation. While I had been feeling unloved, they'd spent their time writing a 20to show how much they really cared.
Everyone should go to his or her 50th high school reunion. There was a time I thought I'd never go even if the opportunity 1. But now I feel 2for people who don't go.
I went to the 3of my high school on a Saturday evening, and I am glad I did. It was a gift to recognize some4classmates right away — and to be recognized. 5, we had name tags and our 6photos on our clothing to help identify us. I recognized one woman immediately!
The most memorable and moving experience of the night was 7by a schoolmate and neighbor to whom I was once close. Unfortunately, we had a falling out in the high school. I never saw her after 8, but this time, I saw her name on a place setting. At first, I feared that I would 9her. But my better self won over, and I 10 her out. I kept looking until I got a(n) 11on my shoulder. There she was 12. We hugged as if nothing had ever 13and exchanged affectionate words. When the party 14, my old-new friend walked towards me, 15me again and wished me well. I returned her good wishes. All the bad 16melted into thin air.
I am grateful I had this 17to reunite with old classmates. After all, we are almost 18the final lap of our lifelong journeys. Some classmates had already left this 19, and their names were deleted from the list. Sometimes we have to walk back into the past because time does heal old wounds. We're not the 20people. We are better people.
Greenberg was a lucky guy to enter Columbia University on full scholarship. But just before junior year（大学三年级）, Greenberg's1 changed. One day his vision “2 up” and later he was diagnosed (诊断）with glaucoma (青光眼）. Then doctors operated on Greenberg's eyes.3 , the surgery didn't work. Greenberg was going blind. He was so 4that he refused to see anyone.
As Greenberg's best friend, Arthur persuaded Greenberg to go back to Columbia and5to be his reader. Arthur read6to him every day, taking time out from his own study, and Greenberg7 scoring straight A's. Still, he was8about getting around alone and relied on his friend.
Then, one afternoon, Greenberg and Arthur went to Midtown Manhattan. When it was time to go back to campus, Arthur said he couldn't9him because of an appointment. Greenberg10. They argued, and Arthur walked off, 11 Greenberg alone in Grand Central Terminal.
Greenberg, who was completely12, stumbled (蹒跚）through the rush-hour crowd. He took a shuttle train west to Times Square, and then transferred to an uptown train. Four miles later, he13 at the Columbia University stop.
At the university's gate, someone14him. “Oops, excuse me, sir. ” Greenberg15 the voice. It was Arthur's. Greenberg's first reaction was16, but in the next second, he realized what he had just17 and realized, too, who had made it possible.18, Arthur had been with him the whole way, using one of the most19strategies（策略）.
Blindness doesn't make Greenberg fail to appreciate the20 of life. He always says he is the luckiest man in the world.
My 9-year-old daughter and I were flying from Chicago to spend a week with my husband in Florida. We were 1 about the trip because we hadn't seen him for five months, and my daughter 2 her Dad terribly.
As usual, the plane was totally 3. Because we did not get our boarding passes until we 4 at the gate, Kallie and I could not get seats together and were 5 by the aisle (过道). I asked two passengers in my row if they would switch places with Kallie and me, 6we could be together. They 7, saying they thought they should stay in their assigned seats. Meanwhile, a mother and her three children were in a 8 several rows ahead of us. There had been a mistake in their boarding passes, and 9 the whole family had been split up. The passengers in her row10 refused to move elsewhere. She was very 11 about the younger boy sitting with strangers. She was in tears, yet nobody 12 to help her. There were a troop of Boy Scouts(童子军) on 13. Suddenly the Scout leader stood up and said, "Ma'am, I think we can help you." He then14 five minutes rearranging his group so that enough space was 15 for the family. The boys followed his directions cheerfully and without 16, and the mother's relief was obvious.
Seeing that, Kallie began to panic at the 17of not being next to me. I told her that there was nothing I could do. 18, the man sitting next to the Scoutmaster, 19to me and asked, "Would you and your daughter like our seats?" 20 to his and the Scoutmaster's. We traded seats and continued our trip, very much relieved to be together and watch the scenery from Kallie's window sea.
After that, I have been calling my kids to join Boy Scouts because I believe it is the sharing and love that matters.
My father was a self-taught mandolin（曼陀林琴）player. He could not read, but if he heard a tune several times, he could play it. Occasionally, he 1 play for the local radio station.
Dad loved playing the mandolin for his family. He knew we enjoyed his playing. If he could give 2 to others, he would, especially for his family. He was always 3 his time and efforts to making sure his family had enough in their life.
Later, I matured into a man and had my own children. Whenever coming home, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin, for nobody played the mandolin like him. He could 4 your soul with tunes coming out of that old mandolin. He seemed to 5 when playing, taking pride in his ability to play so well.
Unfortunately, in 1977. Dad was 6 in an accident, leaving his third finger of his left hand wounded seriously. 7 he didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, it did affect his 8 to play the mandolin. After the accident, he was 9 to play and felt unable to play as well as before. Every time we asked him to play, he would make excuses. 10, we could persuade him and he would say "Okay. But I can't hold down on the strings and play as well as before." For the family it made no 11. When he played the old mandolin, it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time.
In August 1993, Dad was 12 with serious disease. He chose not to receive any chemotherapy(化疗)treatments 13 he could live out his rest life in dignity(尊严). A week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for his family. First he made the usual 14 again but later said "Okay.", 15 it was likely to be the last chance for us to hear him playing. He tuned up the old mandolin and played. 16, I found everyone in the family 17. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner 18 that lives with him in his life.
Dad would never play the mandolin for us again, but we still 19 the most valuable gift we gained from him, 20 he had done all his life, giving.
This was what all of the training and pain was about -winning. I watched TV to see the 1 runner AVHO had been under my 2 for the last few years. I would have been 3 had it not been for the traffic problem. 4 the young runner enter the 5 of thousands of people, I could not help thinking of the 6 that he had 7 in his training.
The young runner was 8 considered to be promising when he first came to me. There were 9 training sessions (训练课）full of pain for him. I had seen tiredness 10 on his face. I had been 11 about his anger and pain. It was clear that only hard work could 12 him success. I had 13to myself when I found that he had too much passion ( 热情）to give up. And he would keep up the training until he reached achievement. I had never forgot to 14 him that regardless of the 15 he had to keep on practice.
The thunderous shouts arid cheers 16 me back to the 17 . The young runner was gaining speed! He was running to the finish line. He was strong enough to 18 other runners. His courage, heart and discipline(纪律)together with his years of practice won him the honor. Tears 19 down my cheeks when I found on the screen the young runner was looking around. I understood at once that he was looking for me. For years, lie had become so used to my20 , success or failure.
Loneliness is a growing problem in the world today. People are asking the question "How can I deal with loneliness?"
There are many reasons why people are lonely. A (n) 1 of situation is one reason. For example, the death of a husband or wife causes extreme loneliness—2 for people who live with their children.
Moving to a new place to live can 3 cause loneliness. Many people have to move for a (n) 4. They go to universities in other countries. They are 5 their families and their culture. And this is a big 6 of loneliness.
But maybe the worst reason to feel lonely is rejection (拒绝). For example, friends can become 7. They may argue (争论) over something. Later, one friend may say sorry. But the other friend may 8 the offer of peace. This kind of rejection 9.
So, how can we 10 these bad situations? First, experts 11 that people should use their time wisely. During 12 periods people should do whatever they can do to fight loneliness. Part of fighting loneliness is to try 13 things. Some people join local interest groups. Other people learn new skills. This way they get out of the house 14 they can be around other people.
When people are alone, they may start to 15 too much. Experts suggest that people shouldn't think about their loneliness all the time. They will become 16 if they only think about their problems. Thoughts like "poor me" make people unhappy.
Finally, lonely people can do something to 17 other needy people. Showing 18 to other people can be powerful. Then, they 19 thinking about their own problems. Love is the cure (疗法) for loneliness. Instead of waiting to be loved, we need to 20 love. Then we will receive a lot of love back.
Yesterday I saw a little girl wandering in the toy section alone while I was shopping in a store. When her mom 1 her, the mom looked worried, talking something about the importance of not2 to her girl.
They were in the 3 for long looking at things and the mom had not got her 4 done yet. She kept threatening her daughter that if she didn't stay 5 she would call her dad. They were a little loud and one of the employees actually was 6 to them.
The mom seemed unsettled (心神不安的) but the little girl was pretty patient. A voice inside 7 told me that I needed to do something for them. However, I just couldn't 8 what felt right, so I just got in line 9 them and began to chat a little bit with the mom.
It seemed that she really had to edit herself as far as what she could buy. Then when she 10 to make her purchase, I 11 to the clerk that I would pay for her and 12 him my card secretly. When the clerk told her that someone else was paying for her, she was 13. The moment she saw me sign the bill, she 14 me and talked more, "This isn't my 15 daughter. My oldest daughter, who was 17, died earlier this year."
It was then that I 16 why she kept her little girl close and why I felt such a strong 17 to help. One of the things they bought was a little wooden duck. Her daughter 18 at me for it. I smiled back.
You never know what someone's story might be, but you can surely make a 19 with a little bit 20.
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She 1 the driver and, using her hands to feel the 2 of the seats, walked down and found the 3 which the driver had told her was empty. Then she settled in.
It had been a year since Susan, 34, 4 a medical misdiagnosis (误诊), was suddenly thrown into a world of 5. Mark, her husband, was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. He 6 her how to rely on her other 7, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt herself to the new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could 8 for her, and save her a seat.
9, Susan decided that she was ready to try the 10 on her own. Monday morning arriving, she said good-bye and for the first time, they went their 11 ways.
On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was 12 the bus, the driver said, "Lady, I sure 13 envy you." Susan had no 14 what the driver was talking about, and asked, "What do you 15?"
The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the 16 week, a fine-looking gentleman 17 military (军事的) uniform has been standing across the corner 18 you as you get off the bus. He 19 you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. You are one lucky lady."
Tears of gratitude (感激) poured down Susan's cheeks. He had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to 20— the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.
What are the foods that you can only taste in memories? Your mother's biscuits? The pies you made as a child? And what are the recipes that help you1your memories?
This morning, for the first time in over a year, I made Dutch Babies, a kind of pancake. I'm a poor cook who's always 2to pull anything out of the oven that isn't burnt. But3, I get lucky.
Making Dutch Babies brings to my mind some of the 4memories of my life. I've made Dutch Babies many times for sleepovers and5. They were always a hit, 6 I burned them.
After my kids grew up, I didn't cook much for years, except for holidays or other7occasions. When we had a family8, I'd make Dutch Babies for breakfast.
I can't recall the last time I made Dutch Babies, before today. I know it was9a year, before life was10for COVID-19, and we stopped having guests.
So why did I make them this11for only my husband and me? It's been a(n) 12year for all of us, filled with things we couldn't do. I was13to celebrate being alive.
Good food can feed a hungry crowd. But if it's made with love and 14. it can fill a(n)15with the hope of better days to come. So, add your own memories.
It's fortunate for children to have siblings(兄弟姐妹)accompanying them. And the kids would be luckier to have a brother as 1as Christian Hamerter. The 11-year-old boy, attended a father-daughter dance with his 7-year-old sister Skylar after finding Skylar was 2by their dad.
In the days leading up to the3in March, it was all Skylar was4for, talking about it all day. On the other hand, her mom Trelysia felt more and more5. At this time of year, their father is always fully 6in official duties. He didn't attend last year's dance due to a conference, 7having made a promise. Then, she was right to be worried. On the big day, 8, his father was sent abroad on business. "It was9that he failed to go there for a second year. Skylar 10because she had her heart set on going. " Trelysia wrote in a 11. "I felt so bad and also cried uncontrollably.
That's when Christian 12! The big brother wanted his sister to feel loved and special.
And he picked out a suit and pink tie, a perfect13for Skylar's pink dress. "The action filled me with14," the mother wrote, "for I just know that I'm 15 a kind man—and an amazing father one day. He has 16 that he can be." Skylar had a great time with Christian there without her dad's 17. Even better, now she knows her brother would always come to her 18.
The post warmed hearts of the people it19and picked up more than 110,000 reactions 20the sweet gesture.
Last summer, I was suffering from too much stress, I'd just graduated from a challenging doctoral program and was 1 from the years of research, study and writing. I took a vacation to celebrate, but the academic intensity had become a 2 . Sitting on the beautiful lawn of the hotel on Mackinac Island, I just felt like I should be studying or working as usual.
3 seeing natural beauty would have relaxed me, but I couldn't 4 . I couldn't help looking at my cell phone repeatedly in case I missed something important. " Enough," I murmured. I needed to 5 , but why couldn't I?
A dragonfly buzzed around me. With each 6 , this creature's wings changed color — blue one moment, green the next. Dragonflies usually fascinated me with their quick movements that 7 me of acrobats (杂技演员) in the wind, but I wasn't in the 8 that day. What I needed then was 9 , not movement. As if on cue, the dragonfly came to rest on a blade of grass in front of me.
I watched that dragonfly carefully for many minutes. So did the dragonfly. "It's not a matter of relaxing," it seemed to say. "It's a matter of 10 the now, the here. Life is so short. Be here in the moment and let the 11 take care of itself." Suddenly, I 12 this beautiful creature, who only had months to live, was "instructing" me about the 13 of life and felt much relaxed. The dragonfly seemed 14 that its message had been delivered. It sprang from the grass and flew away. I didn't see it again. But I would never forget what it taught me: Be here and 15 yourself.
My husband Russ and I drove through the place we'd called home for 28 years. The nearby hills, once thick with tall trees, were difficult to 1 .
Two weeks earlier, we'd got an early-morning call telling us to leave 2.The wildfire tearing through Northern California had 3 and was heading our way. We 4the car with a few belongings. For days, we moved from hotel to hotel, desperate for 5.What finally came wasn't good. Our house had been right in the fire's 6
Now we'd been given permission to 7. Russ and I brought shovels, work boots, and gloves. We'd save anything we could. We drove slowly through the ruins where the chimney marked where our8once stood. Photos and my precious collection of inspiring books were all 9 We uncovered a coat tree that used to 10 in our living room. How would we survive this ?
Russ loaded what we'd found in the car." Let's go," he said. That's when I noticed a small piece of11I picked it up. Its sides were burned, yet the words were surprisingly clear," If life seems 12, I pause and reflect on the blessing sometimes hidden within every circumstance. With new faith and 13, I begin again." They are words that I 14 to hear. I kept that paper in every hotel we stayed in over the 15 months. It now sits in a place of honor in our new home as a reminder that we can begin again.
