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Sunday, November 29, 2020

Thirty-five

On this day in 1987, we celebrated Rachel’s second birthday. Several months earlier, I had made a commitment to transform my life and responsibilities so that I could help Peter take care of her.

I was 35 years old that year. I embarked on an unforeseen detour in my life so that I could try to save an abandoned and neglected little girl.

Now it’s too late to second guess that unfortunate decision. I saved Rachel, only to be abused, betrayed, and derided for it.

I'm grateful that I was able to take responsibility for raising Rachel, suffer through her malignant mendacity, survive that devastating experience, and rebuild a good and loving life.

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