Life is a journey on a winding path of twists and turns. Sometimes you run free, sprinting ahead. But sometimes you stumble. Since Sept. 9, 2000, I've been flailing, trying to overcome the largest obstacle in my life's path. Sept. 9 was the day I lost my best friend, the day my mother died.
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