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The Final Grade

Do you remember me? I was that little guy that wore those thick glasses and everyone called a geek... And I am that little girl that never smiled because I had braces on my teeth. Do you remember me? I was the kid on the play ground that was always chosen last... And I am that teenage mother struggling to overcome my past. Remember the beggar who used to stand down at the end of Maple street... He once told me that he would never beg if he had enough to eat. Some of us have been fat, some thin, some short and some tall... And sometimes we've been deaf and blind, but then again haven't we all? We should not look down on each other because of the way we've been made.. God placed us on this course and He's the One who gives the final grade. TK<><

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Date: 6/3/2015 11:17:00 PM
Tom, that was deep, I remember each one of them. You are right no one should be judged. God's the only one passing grades. thanks for the message. SKAT
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