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I’m really not that package you want to open in front of people. Unless you are really good at concealing that feeling of shock from showing up on your face.

I’ve opened a few disappointing gifts myself. They have never been a total surprise, because I typically see the warning signs. I just choose to ignore or reason them away.

I have a handful of people in my life, who not only were not shocked but were not disappointed. They were welcoming and understanding and grateful to have the gift of me in their life.

…and that was their wonderful gift to me.


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