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No scabs, no pain
I am a dance/acting teacher living in a rural town. Posting fliers for a musical performance one day, I was at a food market where there is a large parking area. I was on top of the world, thinking ahead to the next day's rehearsal.
A car passed by me as I was walking to the store entrance. For some reason, however, the driver backed up. The car hit me, and I fell. The bumper caught my arm, and I was being dragged on my knees. Everything flew—purse and fliers.

February 5, 2001 issue
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To Our Readers
Mary Trammell
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YOUR LETTERS
with contributions from Anni Ulich, MaryLouise Parsons, Martha Palmer
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items of interest
with contributions from Gail Bernice Holland, Heidi Liscomb
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Challenging choices
By Kevin Graunke
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The battle of the zombies
By Jewel Becker Simmons
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God's Web Site
By Laurie Toupin
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Owing and being owed
By Cheryl F. M. Petersen
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Thirsty?
By Ron Walker
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How valuable are you?
By Judith H. Ryan
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Sam's lizard
By Kay Olson
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Impelled to pray
Toni Turpen
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Nothing can stop God
Laurie Thayer Richardson
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The only law is God's
Antoine Mondo
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Injured jaw healed
John Washer
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"God loves all of you"
Richard Shoalts
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Healed of spinal disease
Élise Mbondo
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No scabs, no pain
Donna Anderson
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Not seeing eye to eye?
By Donna Haynes
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Blueprints from the great architect
Cyrill Rakhmanoff