December 15, 2011 07:18:28 PM
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Bob
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Running as if life depended on it, Jill, a 5’ black girl with autism, I, a 6’ white guy. Both committed to our goal. Jill’s, grape jelly, mine, stop her. The worlds largest jelly store just ahead. Bursting through the door, jelly everywhere, Jill ever faster. Lunging at her, we fell against the wall of jelly. A lone jar balancing precariously begins to fall. What possessed me to bring Jill to Knott’s Berry Farm.
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from “norman”: and, so it is too, perhaps too often, with presidents, troops, goals and wars. we get into jams as much as jellies for questionable reasons – even when we think we are helping
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