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My life is no longer the early-stage garden of hope, with its rich black loamy soil and precious little seedlings, all carefully watered and weeded and fertilized on a daily basis in rapturous anticipation of the bounty they would one day produce.

I remember that last Day of school, the anticipation of the bell, riding home on the bus with oversized folders stuffed with all my...

Inspired by “I wanted to be” Mark Kelly Smith I wished I could be a veterinarian, to hold sick animals in my arms and make them well...