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“...He stood there like a living statue, his composed and dignified form still of this mortal world, his disciplined courage pushing the exhausted mind and body beyond the endurable, aware as I was, that this was in fact the first time we had really looked into each other’s eyes. Everything had changed. Nearly two years had passed in the ordeal of his illness. I looked back at him now through the eyes of a young adult coming to grips with his own troubled reality. As he held my report card in his hand, it was clear that he was here to see about my grades. Stunned at his presence, but comprehending a change in the equation, I asked him “What’s the problem?” “Your marks!” he said, “– They’re not good enough...”
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