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“Nothing could be relied upon. Menus were full of what restaurants didn’t have. Margaritas were missing the triple sec to sweeten the bitter limes, and no one had change.” | Finally, the trip’s great lesson was learned.
January 2006 | Mexico | By ART BUSSE
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“Zita died the year that I was born, 1980, in a small Palestinian settlement in the West Bank, where she volunteered. She was 16. She had been beaten and raped by a gang of Palestinian boys.” | But wouldn’t hating those boys be a betrayal of Zita’s spirit?
1980, West Bank, Israel | By LIA GUREVICH
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“I begged dad to stop leashing Sheena and, after I offered to wash his car once a week, he agreed. After a while, she stopped running away.” | But Ryan was about to experience one of the saddest moments of his youth.
1989 | Lindenhurst, New York | By RYAN MICHAEL COMMINS
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“During my first week teaching second grade on the Rosebud Indian Reservation, Moses Running Bear, age 7, told me that he wanted to kill himself, his mother, and me.” | Though they became close, Leslie was about to make one colossal mistake.
2005 to 2006 | Rosebud Indian Reservation, South Dakota | By LESLIE BARNARD
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“I packed my life into a duffel bag, bought a standby ticket, and showed up at the Albuquerque airport, I Ching in hand.” | Forty years later, Meredith returned, looking for answers in the place that defined her idealism.
June 2006 | Taos, New Mexico | By MEREDITH MARAN
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“The boy plunked down next to my tool bag, eyeing it ferociously. If I’ve seen that look before, I’ve seen it 100 times.” | The dishwasher mechanic and 4-year-old in Spider-Man underwear were about to discover an unlikely bond.
January 2007 | Templeton, Massachusetts | By GEORGE RAYMOND DAVIS
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“At a certain age, children imagine that everybody is staring at their parents, but in my case, it was true.” | As she has grown older, Sara has begun to appreciate, and even admire, her mother’s brave and unapologetic quirkiness.
1980s to 2006 | California | By SARA BONGIORNI
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“There in the deep end was my diaper-clad infant body, floating quietly like a harbor buoy.” | Although she saved her baby from nearly drowning that hot summer day, Darcy’s mother would never be the same.
Summer of 1980 | Pleasanton, California | By DARCY ASBE
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“After raising three rambunctious boys, my mother decided it was time to have a child who would appreciate the little things she crocheted.” | Having known her son was gay by the time he was 4, Brett’s mother raised him accordingly.
1986 to 1990 | Indiana | By BRETT KRUTZSCH
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“Ivana’s large, sparkling eyes complemented her thin cheekbones, yet I sensed despair. She seemed to be hanging on by a thread.” | As Ms. Billbe discovered, sometimes the best principals must play the role of parent, too.
1995 to present | Oklahoma City, Oklahoma | By RITA BILLBE
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