or (Christmas, part one)

How do you want to die?

One

The small room smelled of urine and industrial antiseptics. The walls were painted a light blue, not there was was much light to see the colors by. A wavering line danced up and down on the screen, tracing its irregular path. Steady beepin...

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I wish the option of going to college didn't exist.

Seriously. I am so sick of the pressure to go to school. I'm not exactly sure where it's coming from but I think it's from somewhere between my parents and Tim Yates' firm belief that not going to college would be a huge mistake. I was reading...

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I'm actually thinking about considering becoming an LPN to give myself a permanent job. The lack of serious permanent IT positions here scares me, along with the dismal pay unless you have a hojillion worthless certifications and ten years experience. The program takes a year, and the average cost f...

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or (Christmas, part two)

"Excuse me, sir, do you have the time?"

I glanced up from my lighting console. A young girl - maybe eight or nine years old - stood in front of me. I was in the church auditorium getting ready for a big worship service that Celebrate Recovery was putting on. I glanced at...

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I walked through the door, letting the screen slam behind me. Walking over to the fridge, I grabbed a package of string cheese from the top shelf and took off the wrapper. I flopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV. Jeopardy was all that was on. Suddenly, I walked into the room.

"How many t...

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