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It’s a bitter 3am. The fan is humming a little ditty. The light outside the window is flickering, and the clock is ticking loud thuds of agitation as it reminds my patience and my heart that I have exactly 240 minutes before I have to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for work. 240 minutes…
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I held the door open for a war veteran. He must have been in his late 80’s. He was scooting along with his walker with the wobbled pace of a fickle summer breeze. His “Korean War Veteran” cap in place, and his sweet inviting smile, (which came as a shock to me considering what it…
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