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I stepped up as a man and forgave my parents.
Angry. Who do I blame?
My head in the jaws of a mountain lion.
My Dad was the Evel Knievel of the neighborhood.
My head wound required surgery.
I kept dreaming about visiting Dad in prison.
This thing inside me screamed, "No, don't pray!"
Restored with Dad after the abuse.
Bipolar led to cursing people uncontrollably.
My son with cerebral palsy had no hope until the missionary ...
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