It was horribly sad to watch because he could not look at us. How to be confident in myself. He was more than informative; he was influential, spiritual, loving, and warm. But his hands were over his eyes, his head down to shield his face and he was sobbing. My heart was racing and I felt short of breath. So, when I arrived home in August, I began to tell my friends. In the car, on the computer, in the mail, they all wrote me back and told me their stories, some very sad and some truly inspiring. It was the moment that I had been waiting for my whole entire life.
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