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The Human SpiritAlmost two weeks ago, one of my closest friends (actually we are developing a relationship) was shot 15 times in his face, neck, chest, and back while on duty as a deputy sheriff. When I got word, that he was shot, my heart skipped a few beats and sank. I am one of those that does not cry very often but in a restaurant, I broke down and cried clear across the country. He was on the East Coast and I am on the West Coast. I truly wondered if I would ever be able to talk to him again or get a chance to see him. I left the restaurant in tears even though I enjoy myself on Tuesday evenings since a live band plays requests for contemporary music. For the next 36 hours, I continued to cry and did not get any sleep. I practically did not eat or drink while trying to stay strong for him. During this time, he went into a coma which got me even more worried. The only way that I was going to eat or drink is if someone forced me to do it. DuringThe Human Spirit in Personal More Like This
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