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Forgive and Forget? You've Got to be Kidding!

 
Series: Crying Wind | Story 1

Last updated 3/27/2021 at 4:40pm

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When I was five years old, my twelve-year-old cousin, who was a bully and who teased and tormented me without mercy, pushed me into the river. I couldn't swim and would have drowned but a man who was fishing nearby saw what happened, jumped into the river and saved me. This left me with a life long fear of water.

When I was eight-years-old, I was in a car with three uncles and two aunts. We were on a country road, and as we crossed an old wooden bridge, the bridge collapsed and the car ended up in the swift-flowing creek. All the adults quickly got out of the car and struggled through the...



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