dear reader
this is my seventy-third week in college and i'm grateful.
tom came to visit me an hour before.
his train to Seattle.
and all we talked about.
was his plans for the future.
since he knew that i didn't have the nerve.
to talk about mine.
knowing that i didn't have any.
apart from resting in His glory.
tom: i'm gonna join an army this fall
me: oh, really? what made you change your mind?
tom: not what but who
me: who then?
tom: y'know that my dad has pressured me to join it for half a year now and i got tired of fighting with him and i also feel like it's a way of serving God
me: so your dad and God convinced you to do it?
tom: yes and i also feel like it's time
me: well, if you've made your decision and God is involved in it, i have no reason to argue against it
tom: but you still think i shouldn't go, huh?
me: it's a long commitment to our country and asks for a lot of courage
tom: i know that and i think i'm ready
me: then it's fine by me
tom: thanks man
me: you're going to do great
tom: i hope so
me: i know so
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Fallen Boy
Short StoryHarry's paralyzed. But he's still trying to walk. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
