I almost died Wednesday night. Wednesday was my fifth day of being sick. Diagnosed with bronchitis and strep throat, I was officially laid up with Kleenex in hand, amoxicillin by my side and a raspy sexy voice that I wanted to take advantage of.
Our forefathers had to put it all on the line. Had to put their quest for freedom above all else. It took years. It was harder than they thought. How did they do it? They had to stay focused. Get past their differences. Go for a common goal. They had to decide that their commitment was worth facing their fear.
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