For the second time in the last four years, I've got some bad bug on Thanksgiving Day. I spent an hour or so sleeping at my folks and am starting to feel better, but it has not been a fun day for me.
I'm a husband, and the father of three children, all adopted. I run a small housing counseling agency that works with literally hundreds of families facing foreclosure each year. I take my faith seriously, but have learned not to do that with myself.
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