For the children in Africa

A long time ago, when I was back in high-school, we had this absolutely, amazingly, incredibly wacko career counseling class. And we had to fill in the empty gaps on a ‘poem’ that sounded like “I am happy because…/ I like myself because…/ I cry because…” And there I was, yawning and growling and having the urge to run, when I heard one of my classmates say:  Continue reading

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