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Apr 2015
I consider all things as I ponder my life, I see  my mistakes and acknowledge them as my own. I accept my sins and rejoice in my triumphs. I am thankful for my blessings and grateful that I could give to others. In all things I am human. I am imperfect though I seek perfection. I a path that I believe will lead to my end goal and I must walk it with all of my faults. I can be the best and worst of my kind, but always I am unique yet joined to all other humans like who suffer the same things in one common bond of humanity that can make us great or tear us apart. This is what it means to be human to me.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
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