On the way, one of my friends suddenly asked, "Does life after death exist?" His abrupt question electrified the atmosphere, filling the car with energy. His question revealed the depth of trust among us as friends who first met in college more than forty years ago.
On the way, one of my friends suddenly asked, "Does life after death exist?" His abrupt question electrified the atmosphere, filling the car with energy.
His question revealed the depth of trust among us as friends who first met in college more than forty years ago.
With this in mind, each of us strives to serve both ourselves and our community until the final spark fades.
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On the way, one of my friends suddenly asked, "Does life after death exist?" His abrupt question electrified the atmosphere, filling the car with energy. His question revealed the depth of trust among us as friends who first met in college more than forty years ago. After decades of busy careers teaching high school students, serving as principals and directing overseas education programs, we reunited a few years ago and now meet every month for climbing.
After brief greetings, we set off by car toward the lake. Our bodies have grown fragile yet our spirit remains unbroken. One friend mediates family disputes in court.
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