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When I had a 3 year old and a new baby a friend showed up at my door with boxes of diapers, laundry detergent and other essentials. Then handed me $100 and only asked that one day I pay it forward. I’ve never felt such guilt, relief, sadness and happiness.

In the end the worst part of having a baby and no money was not the judgment of others but the harshness in how we judged ourselves.

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