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They seem insignificant, almost wispy, moments. Spun together in our memories, though, they're like silk filaments becoming a skein, then a scarf, then a gift.

One day when I was 11, I had just gotten out of school and had walked across the road to see my friend while I waited for my mum. On my way back, a jeep was coming, but I didn't see it.

If I could give you one thing, it would be a camera. it would change your life.

Listen to Verta Driver talk about her many children, and it's hard to keep them all straight. Motherhood is part of the very fabric of her life.

I felt like I was always looking over my shoulder, afraid that some dreadful disease was going to sneak up on me or someone I loved. And no wonder.

I felt it was something that would stay with me forever. The scars from sexual abuse.

It had gotten to the point where I couldn't even eat meals with other students. I'd entered college bearing the scars of an emotionally abusive childhood.

Just as each individual has a spiritual identity that isn't tied to history, geography, and ethnicity—in fact, that is untouched by these and other material circumstances—so, too, do nations. The Bible lauds the oneself with oneself with God's household: "Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!" Ps.

Daniel had been shot while trying to protect a family member. Doctors operated on him, but said it was too risky to remove a bullet near his heart.

My sister always had such an artistic eye that, early on, I thought, "Well, I can't be the artistic one. I'll be the bookish one.