A Good Friday reflection.
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I fought back tears as I watched him in the restaurant. The man couldn’t have been any older than fifty or sixty at most, and yet his body curved like a much-older man. His back was stooped over, his shoulders tight, his knees looked like they might buckle beneath him. It appeared as if even standing caused him pain.
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When I stood in my white dress under a large oak tree and spoke my vows in front of our closest family and friends, I had no idea what our particular brand of “for better or for worse” would be. Not many of us do I suppose?
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