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Healing Has No Ceiling
One summer when I was about seven, while spending a week with my cousins, I skinned my knee in such a hideous way that I couldn’t even bear to look at it. My Aunt Helen took me into the kitchen, propped me up on the counter, and began to care for the wound. I was terrified and traumatized, but her steady authority and focused care healed a part of me I didn’t even know was hurting. Was it the gentle assurance of her voice, the steady gaze of compassion? All I know is that the moment is still ringing in my cells. I felt like a feral cat that had somehow been adopted…
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