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March 16, 1983: I remember that evening with striking clarity. My mom pulled up in our Mustang, the engine roaring louder than usual, as if the car itself carried the weight of the news. She was crying uncontrollably while trying to say the words: My dad, a fighter pilot, had been declared missing in action.…
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I had my baptism of fire. Today was my first day as part of senior management, and it started with a bang. That being said, the Spidey fan in me affirms my childhood hero’s bitter pill: “With great power comes great responsibility..”
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They beat to circulate blood. The rhythmic beating tells us that we’re alive. It beats faster when you’re in love, and it stops when you’re in despair. I heard hearts beat yesterday afternoon. I heard three hearts to be exact. I heard a mother’s, and her child’s, and the third one? It was beating a…

