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Lessons We Learn By SLangley One of my fondest memories, just happens to also be one of my greatest life lessons. I remember sitting at the table thinking, Lord, please keep her as far away from me as possible. I was referring to a new student at the Cosmetology school where I was in the final phase of my training. Although I was considered a senior, and she a freshman, for the first hour of each day all classes merged together for textbook training. The only thing that differentiated us by grade was that after textbook training, th...
When I was just a little girl about six or seven years old, my grandmother would have me read the Holy Bible to her whenever I stayed at her house on the weekends. I could not pronounce most of the words, and when I stumbled upon a verse that contained the word “ass” in reference to a donkey, I would stop reading and stare at my granny like a deer in headlights. She would laugh hysterically as she tried to get me to repeat (what I thought was) the bad word. Although she prayed for me constantly, I still did not believe in God and fell from g...
Due to two certain days in my infamous history that I cannot forget, 36 years later I did it. I Googled his name: "Chad Wolfe Thompson", and nothing - not one single word came up about him. No news headlines, no past reports, no obituary; not one iota, as if he never even existed. When I mention him to the friends I hung out with as a teenager, my family, and neighbors from long ago, they do not remember him at all. Oh, he was here! He smiled, he played, and he existed, and yet no one remembers. But now maybe someone will.I do not recall the...
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