Fitting In At the Foot of the Cross

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I haven’t ever really fit in.  I grew up a poor, overweight, shy kid with a last name that just begged to be made fun of.  I didn’t have a lot of friends and lunchtime at school was brutal.  My only sanctuary during my middle school and high school years was the band room.  Continue reading “Fitting In At the Foot of the Cross”

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