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After the divorce, I had no one left to lean on. Because of the child growing inside me, I swallowed my pride and did every job I could find. On the day I went into labor, I drove myself to the hospital, trembling through every red light. Minutes after my baby cried for the first time, the doctor looked down at him—and suddenly broke into tears. “This… this can’t be possible,” he whispered. – True Stories

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for me, I became interim director of the rebuilt Hart Children’s Fund, with every dollar publicly tracked.

On Noah’s first morning in our new home, sunlight spilled across the nursery floor. Dr. Hart stood beside me, holding a tiny silver rattle that had belonged to his daughter.

“He looks like her,” he whispered.

I touched my son’s soft cheek and smiled.continue reading …

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