When I was a kid, I used to lay on the front lawn and stare for hours into the blue. I don’t remember how old I was, Cub Scout age probably. The vastness of the sky above me fascinated me. I believed in God then.
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When no one would hire me, the United States Postal Service did. Now I begin the life of a city carrier assistant, not the friendly neighborhood letter carrier, but the sub picking up the regular letter carrier’s route. It’s a tough job, and I may not make it. But it connects me with my past and in many ways is a job made for me.
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