The girl on the bus on the way home kept sobbing and I was listening to my iPod, to A7, to Backstreet Boys and, oh, how I love the songs by One Republic and Carolina Liar! But I could not escape her pain and so, sobbing myself on her behalf, I moved and sat by her and asked if she was OK and told her I felt her pain and I didn’t need to know what it was about but that it would get better again . . . and then it would suck again, but it would get better again after that. Her name was Donna. She wanted to go into legal affairs. She had gone to CCD but had to stop to make money. She wanted to go back. I have every confidence she will. And I’m praying.
He told me to build walls, not bridges!!! So hard to do!
At Least They're Committed 
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