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1. It’s harder for me to look into someone’s eyes when I’m telling them how I feel.

3. I’d call my mom. I’d tell her I love her, and that, even though i didn’t show it much, she’s the one that I trust the most with anything. I’d also call her because she’s the best person to spread the news for prayer and grief and tell all my friends.

5. “Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.”
― Warren Wiersbe

7. I’d rather be hurt by someone who I love the most. That would indicate whether it was love, lust, or care out of convenience, of either/both parties.

9. Yes, I would. Austin Fiannaca died at the age of nineteen, right when he was getting his life back on track. At his wake there were hundreds of people that came, that loved him. He had no idea.

11. That’s a BIG no.

13. I honestly told my friend Jeff how i felt about recent circumstances in my life. He’s one of the few that I can talk about pretty much anything with. If this question is in regards telling someone how I feel about them to them. I’m not very good at that…

15. Practically speaking, my car. I commute and travel and makes mobile.

17. The moment I lost my virginity. That’s what I would change. Least of all, to change my memory; to have a memory of it.

19. I honestly wouldn’t know. If I had my CPR certificate renewed I’d feel a little more competant, that way I wouldn’t get sued for an reason. But I honestly don’t know.

21.First of all, I wouldn’t be holding the child’s hand because the child’s tendons wouldn’t be strong enough to endure the pull of an adult in such a situation. I’d imagine I’d have the child cradled in one arm and I’d be holding my grandmother’s forearm, that’s a better hold than the hand itself, in the other. Ideally, I’d try to stay calm and verbally tell my grandmother to grab hold of the cliff somehow with her remaining hand and then instruct to rock climb back up. She may be elderly but she sure is spry.

23. Every time i help a customer at work.

25. Selfishly, I would wish to have the ability to travel to see places and friends and meet to new people; wish to have money not be an issue. Selflessly, I’d wish for hearts to be soft. Soft to others and to Jesus. That “rubbed the wrong way” feeling you get every time you hear his name, it’s not him that giving it to you, it’s you. Whether it be from a past experience with church, with a friend that affiliated themselves with him, doesn’t matter. No one can make you feel that way without your consent.

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