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One day when I was in second grade I went to a friend's...
One day when I was in second grade I went to a friend's house to play. We were riding bicycles up and down the hill on her street, and I was riding her old bike because I had left mine at home.
Coming down the hill, I tried to put on the brakes, but the bike wouldn't stop. I fell off the bike, landing on my chin on the sidewalk. I was in much pain and couldn't open my mouth.
My friend's dad took me home and told my mom what had happened. It felt like my jaw was broken.
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October 11, 1993 issue
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The Editors
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Health care: can it really be bought?
Kenneth E. Bemis III
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Praying for ourselves and others
Anne M. Morin
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Giving up the earth-weight of anger
Neville Gunnis
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Humility in a berry patch
Clifford Kapps Eriksen
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Eucharist
Lucia Johnson Leith
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A lesson from Dothan
Richard C. Bergenheim
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Christian healing and the overcoming of fear
William E. Moody
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In 1953 I was hired to work for an aircraft company
Lydia V. Carlsen
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One December a number of years ago I was called into...
L. Granville Black, Jr.
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I had gone to the dentist for regular checkups ever since I...
Carol Ann Lawson
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One day when I was in second grade I went to a friend's...
Tabitha Anne Boyd with contributions from Sharon L. Reilly Boyd