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Work right now is a speeding freight train, if every box car was actually a dumpster filled with burning tires and every bridge was under frantic construction as the smoking, metal beast approaches; I labor madly at each bridge to cobble something together that barely supports weight if nobody looks too closely, before speeding off to the next. 712 more words
Growing up, I always felt a little bit like the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. Misunderstood.
More than a head taller than most of my classmates, giant feet, very thick glasses and just an aura of awkwardness, I struggled with feeling “normal.” Thankfully, I had parents who had good heads on their shoulders and always encouraged me to look within and to find confidence in all the talents that God had blessed me with. 142 more words