I ran cross country with her in high school.
She stopped running and started doing drugs.
She has schizophrenia.
I told her that her father was dying.
I cared for her mother dying of cancer.
I sat with her as her mother died.
I saw on day on the street, pregnant.
I started praying.
She had the baby.
The baby was taken away.
She sees her baby three times a week.
She asked me to go running with her.
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I saw your post and sent a prayer for this person. It's someone I know and yet because I left so much of my past behind me, I can't give her a name.
I wish you compassion, wisdom and strength in determining how best to help.
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