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Youth & Spirituality
A God Who Cares
I grew up in a dysfunctional family where my father was not very present. He was unfaithful to my mother and, in spite of his careless attitude, was quite strict with us. He didn’t want us to cry, because for him, it was a sign of weakness. He probably had this mindset as a result of his time in the army. Because of all this, I think, I quickly started getting into trouble as early as elementary school—fighting, robberies, armed assaults and so on. As the years went by, it got worse....
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