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note. “So tonight, when these graduates walk across this stage, don’t clap like they were rescued. Clap like they arrived.”
The applause came before he finished stepping back.
One by one, the graduates crossed.
Bethany walked first, chin high, certificate in hand. Her little boy stood on his chair and yelled, “That’s my mom!” so loudly half the auditorium continue reading …
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