When Spirituality Becomes Self-Deception

I remember it like it was yesterday: I was sitting in this small reception room while my dad was in the back talking to someone from the intake staff. As I sat waiting, I made it a point to let anyone that so much as made eye contact with me know I was not happy about being there. My chest was poked out and I was talking like a tough guy—but inside I was scared sh*tless. Eventually, my
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Published on March 27, 2017 15:04
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