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It might be true, but it’s not my truth

You can rise above it

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I don’t know how old I was. I was very young, but I can imagine what it was like for my parents in the doctor’s office that day.

The Doctor glanced up from his notes. He gave my parents a quick nod, then he picked up my chart.

“ I’m sorry that I have to tell you this.” In my mind’s eye, I can see my mom and…




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Lawson Wallace

Lawson Wallace

62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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