As I lit a cigarette on the back deck at my Paxton home on Saturday evening, all the pain I held in my heart spilled out from within. I collapsed to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably as my head sank to the ground with my hands clutched tightly together, praying over and over: “Thank you, God. Thank you, God. Thank you, […]
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