The Children of those who refused to die

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ShunPwrites

Becoming an amateur genealogist was not an endeavor that I was looking to add or cross off of my proverbial bucket list, truth be told I hadn’t given it so much of a second thought.

A little more than 4 years ago I was involved in a severe car accident and crisis of conscience which reminded me that my existence was fleeting and that I was a man wandering, lost to himself.

It was an epiphany of sorts as I slowly came to the realization that the repetition of lifting myself from the confines of my burdens, was not unlike the bodybuilder utilizing free weights in the act of crafting muscle.

In retrospect, I’ve come to find that angst and the assorted travails of life is making me stronger. I am encouraged, but tempered by weariness, knowing that the words from Marvin Gaye’s prescient song, “Trouble Man” would…

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