From where I sat while I attended mass at home recently, I heard the priest say, “Suffering purifies the soul.” He said every successful trial provides one’s soul with meaningful progression. This struck a chord within me that had been left untouched for months, something that I have not bothered to deal with in a long time.
When I was about 5 years old, I visited the hospital quite regularly for vaccine shots. I would play around with my toys while running down the hallways and causing my parents headaches. At that age, I thought of the place as my playground.
Eleven years later, I started my first day of senior high. I was still this boy who let his imagination run wild from …
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