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idea seemed to be drifting further and further away. Still, I tried to learn
all I could.

The high school was located in the same area where we bought that pair
of patent shoes. How I would get there was the big question. I didn’t

know, but I went home all excited to have accomplished such a thing.

I was about 11 or 12 years old.

I started reciting how I was going to tell them. But instead of feeling

happy, I was a nervous wreck because I knew I would be yelled at. A
complete difference from today’s children. Parents back then did not

value the importance of education.

This was just the start of something special for me—if I passed the test,
then I would be heading to high school for sure. I was overjoyed. I

always wanted to be a teacher and a writer of short stories.

Example:

John Chapter 8: 3–11

They dragged her—kicking and screaming, half-naked—down the
street where Jesus was teaching a crowd of people in the square. This

woman, they said, was caught in the act of adultery. With stones in
hand, they demanded that she be stoned to death, according to Moses’

law.

Jesus stooped down, wrote on the ground, then said, “Let him who is
without sin cast the first stone.”

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