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A few weeks ago, my grandmother died. Then I learned that I failed the bar exam. And today, I learned that the victim of a domestic violence related homicide was an employee at one of the restaurants I work at. I saw her just a few weeks ago.
In the big scheme of things, not passing the bar exam is not the worst that can happen to me. I am grateful for what I do have in my life: health, love, and happiness...and a safe place to call "home."
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I am so sorry to hear about your grams. It does help keep things in perspective though... The Bar is just a test and isn't a measure of our intrinsic self-worth or how precious life is.
Love you!
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