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Friends along the way |
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People influences, both dramatic
and subtle, are like air we breathe. Without it we would stagnate and
begin to die before our time.
The first day I started at the university I was introduced to Lolita, I searched her eyes and saw a wonderful and warm soul looking back at me. She has experienced the death of a daughter and knows first hand the incredible reach the hand of grief has over the heart. She has borne her sorrows and emerged as one who shines with hope, humanity and laughter. I am honored to have met her. footnote: I popped in to see Lolita the other day and she was telling me that her brother is stuck in Afghanistan right now and can't get out. He was there doing communications or something when the whacko jihads bombed the WTC. Apparently, he is being protected by his Afghani friends who have surrounded his dwelling. |
 Sweet friend, Lolita |
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