I could hear her tears as she told me her frustrations and fears. I held the phone close to my ear straining to hear every word, and I silently prayed to God to grant me the right answer to her questions. I wanted to fix it. That’s what we do, isn’t it? We want to fix the problems. But sometimes …
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