Was it naivete or cockiness? I still don't know. Near Christmas the final divorce papers arrived. I'd been devastated throughout the process. For nearly a year I lived in sheer survival mode. Wanting to start over, I took a pastoral call with new faces and a new town. I still clearly remember one gray February day, looking over the balcony of my new home, saying, "I'm 30 now, and I've lived through the worst thing that can happen to me." But a May phone call brought more change.
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