I attended a funeral service on November 22, fifty years to the day President Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas, for a 19 year old former student of mine at the high school where I work. He was murdered a couple blocks from the school and from where he lived. His name was Andrew and he struggled mightily as a student, and we struggled equally to accommodate him. But he made it through to graduation and was attending school in his chosen profession at the time of his death The attending priest made…
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