“When I was a child, I lost my grip on a balloon and I stood and watched as it quickly rose and then vanished. My father used this singular event as a life lesson in loss. While at the time I was saddened by the loss, what followed next was a sudden and unexpected rainstorm, and my father reassuring me that he would buy me another red balloon again, almost as if drops of hope were falling from the sky.” Thomas Slatin

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