The Journaling of Conway 952

I have fought the big battles, the ones that hurt. I am always the first to weep at funerals, and the last to bear silent witness at cremations. I have learnt to keep my emotions in check, sometimes to a fault. But even here, where one might expect that I might have learned the value of humility, that I might be able to keep my head low...

After 30 years of abuse, a man on the verge of panic attacks finally turns to his wife, able to find no answers, just the problem.

By Brigitte Goerdeler

“My heart’s beating hard,” the woman exclaimed, suddenly complaining of pains in her chest and throat. This was early 1978, when she was 19 years old, the daughter of a middle-class couple living in Germany.

TO THE EDITOR,

This letter is to you:

The inscription on the hands of the three saintly statues that surround my front door says: “Every human being is created in the image of God, and has the right to live a good and respectable life.” sex viet

In the first Greek translation of that phrase, you can see clearly that God and humanity are one!

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