And so did her desire to help someone else in only the way that she can. <\/em><\/p>\nThis was not the way I wanted her to learn these valuable lessons. This was not something I would have chosen for my daughter, for my neighbors, for the good people of my state.<\/p>\n
But it happened. And you better believe I will use it for good.<\/p>\n
A crack was made.<\/p>\n
Some rain got in.<\/p>\n
But now out of that very crack, light has come pouring out.<\/p>\n
May my child\u2019s newfound light shine where it is most needed.<\/p>\n
Bring on the light.<\/p>\n
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