loving the poor

On the present.

One look and I knew his eyes were not normal. His head was tilted, he walked with an ambling gait…
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I remember being quite in awe when I first met her. Some people are like that- you hear so much…
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As soon as I sat down, I knew I had made a mistake. I wanted to go back, wanted to…
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* Letter pubished with permission Hey Waijia, I’m not sure if you remember me. I came to support group with…
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All through my life, even until junior college, I remember I always favoured writing in pencil more than in pen….
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“I have learned to hold all things loosely, so God will not have to pry them out of my hands.”…
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