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Am I my brother’s keeper?

have always loved books. As a child, I treasured my hard-cover editions of Heidi, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and Black Beauty and loved the nights when my mom and I would snuggle on the couch as she read me chapter after chapter of Little Women. In 1965, at the age of 11, I saved up and bought my very first Bible. Not the “Jewish” kind that my friends made fun of because it opened up backwards, but the Official King James Version, published by Oxford University Press. I read late at night with a flashlight under the bedcovers, underlining in orange crayon the passages that stirred me. By my 12th birthday, I knew as much about Matthew, Luke and John as I did about Abraham […]
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