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What my Mom taught me about serving others

I remember it like yesterday. March 1st, 1999. My mom packed all our stuff in the middle of the night and moved us into a small two bedroom apartment.

We had no refrigerator, no washer, and no beds, only a couple mattresses.

What she did have was enough of an abusive relationship and she did not want her three children to suffer any longer.