One of the first things I asked people when I was younger was “why.” Forget “No” I wanted to know why. If my mother said I couldn't go outside to play I had to ask why. When I was in high school and wanted the car but my dad said no, I asked why. In college when the girl of my dreams said we needed time apart you best believe I asked why. I asked myself “why” when I realized I was stuck in a job that had no growth. When my life long best friend told me he was dying I couldn't help but ask why. And when I met my maker and he asked me to explain what I had done with my life, I took a deep breath. Straightened my jaw, squared my shoulders and stood my ground before I boldly ask why.
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