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When I really think about it, life is not so unlike the evening news. Itβs nice to end the story with a happy kicker, a piece that makes us all feel good inside, like the boy who beat leukemia or the baby panda who survived. But the moments that define us, that strip us down to raw bone and cartilage and build us back up: they are the tough ones. They are the stories of grief or tragedy, stories tinged with sadness and sorrow. They are the leads on the nightly news, the ones that grab our attention and glue us to the screen. I believe how we attack those curve balls is the stuff of life; they count just as much as the good times. Perhaps there are lessons here, lessons for others who will inevitably hit the gritty pavement of life, often when they least expect it.
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