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Somehow, my parents from broken homes gave me a whole one.
Somehow, I met the right teachers at the right time.
Somehow, I fell into a vocation I loved instead of a job I endured.
Somehow, I survived my child’s death.
Somehow, I stopped trying to drown my problems in cheap scotch.
Somehow, I learned to listen.
Somehow, I discovered joy.
Somehow, I no longer feel ashamed of being human.
Somehow, I’ve kept going even when I feel I’m walking in a circular trench.
Somehow, I’m still alive.
Somehow, I’ve not only survived, but grown.
Somehow, I remain hopeful.
Somehow, I believe, is another name for Grace.
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The Geriatric Pilgrim: Traveling the Landscape of Faith and Grief 
Amen.
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Praise the Lord and pass the hope, joy and love. Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you.
Elizabeth Barker RingSouth Freeport, Maine
On Wed, Mar 12, 2025 at 10:26 AM The Geriatric Pilgrim: Traveling the
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I can’t imagine reading anything this week as beautiful and real as what you’ve written, Rick. And probably not for some time to come. Thank you, my friend.
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Thnx, Mitch, you’ve made my day!
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Your uplifting post is beautiful, Rick. The positivity of your message will warm a lot of hearts 🙂
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Beautiful! Thank you for this beautiful poem. What a wonderful way to start my day! 😊
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