Point of Departure
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Beware. This is a straight up tragedy. I take the story of a boy when he is 15 years old and trace it to his adulthood and maturing - but on two different tracks.
The first track has him moving out of his city and discovering education. The second track has him wallowing in self pity in his home and descending into hell and oblivion.
This story will serve as a reminder for us to treasure our precious gifts and to use them for the common good everyday, or else we will all turn the little world around us into a living hellhole.
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