Sick in a Foreign Land “Samantha.” My voice wasn’t even a whisper. “Samantha. Help me.” The door to the bathroom was cracked, but there was no way Samantha could hear my weak cries for help.
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Lessons From a Broken Doorknob
There’s something about community or interdependence that we miss when think we should be able to do life by ourselves.
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