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Growing up in the 90s
Nothing that is nothing
I was perched on a twenty-foot cliff overlooking the river below. I leapt into the air to the excited yells of my friends and dropped down, down, down, until my feet struck the hard surface of the river. Immediately the cheers faded as I submerged into the silence of the deep, cool water. Soon, though, I was on top again, laughing and swimming to shore. That was the most fun I'd had at summer camp yet!
I began to dry myself off and noticed that things didn't sound quite right. They were muffled and distant, as if I had a pillow over my head. I realized that I had water in one of my ears and began shaking my head to get rid of it. No matter how hard I tried, though, the water remained. I decided to leave it alone and just try to have fun. The next morning, however, I woke with pain in that ear.

June 1, 1992 issue
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INSIDE: LOOKING INTO THIS ISSUE
The Editors
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The end of monstrous fear
Jan Johnston
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Reincarnation—or life in Spirit?
Elise L. Moore
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Nothing that is nothing
Steve Summerlin
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God will supply your need
Barbara R. Banks
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"Personal attachment" or the divine influence?
Mary Lee S. O'Neal
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Preserving our ability to care
Richard C. Bergenheim
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Relaxing rigid attitudes
Nathan A. Talbot
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As a small child I witnessed a healing after my father became...
Evelyn B. Brookins
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Some years ago I heard an expert in ancient languages explain...
Richard A. Pearson
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One night while I was staying on holiday with my grandparents,...
Kipp Brooks with contributions from Terence R. Brooks, Marjorie Brooks