Swing high, swing free, my little boy. Your childish joy brings a tear to my eye. Laughing and singing on your swing you call, ‘Mom, look ‘it me, look ‘it me!” I must have said something back to you, for you started to laugh and said, “Oh come on mom, it’s not so high. Please, push me once again.” But I was miles and years away saying to my mother way back then, “Oh come on now mom, it’s not that high. Please push me once again.”
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There is always music in my world. iPod, iTunes, radio, CD, singing, or whistling. Whatever it takes. But tonight, on my way to the bible study I lead, my normal radio station was taken over by a blaring noise. First the loud, annoying beeping most Americans have become used to over the years – the emergency broadcast system doing its test. So I thought.
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