Tag: volunteers
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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Friend
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my two sisters. I slept in the top bunk–it gave me options to lob stuffed animals and pillows at my two sisters from my lofty perch. I always wanted a room of my own. To have some personal space. To shut my door and not have to…
Tip of My Iceberg 