GET OVER YOURSELF…. IT WORKS!
In a poorly lit, derelict church in Louisville, Kentucky I stood – arms crossed holding the sweating hands of the kid next to me – while dozens of fellow 16 years olds spilled their hearts out over what they had seen that day and how it affected them. I’ve always been close to my emotions and I like a good sharing session. But like most teenage boys, I tried for the most part to look as tough as I could. Not easy for a scrawny pimpled face kid who let his mom cut his hair. But that night...
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