By Mike Ruffin
I have been thinking a lot lately about the beginning of life, the end of life, and the life that is lived in between the beginning and the end.
Before we are born, we spend several months safe and secure in our mother’s womb; it is a small space that provides very little room to move (although all mothers can testify to how hard we try). Then, when the time has come, we squeeze through the even narrower confines of the birth canal.
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