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A Man Called Horace

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These are my experiences from my youth up to the present day. My life has been full of ups and downs and I have had many people tell me to write my stories down and share them with others. I laugh and I cry as I write down the many memories I have. Some are very personal but I pray may provide hope for someone facing similar challenges. Especially young people who may struggle with who they are or perhaps they are trying to cope with their parents divorcing or the death of a loved one. I faced all these and more and though very difficult at times, I have found great strength and even joy in my quest to stay positive and never give up. 

I welcome feedback as to how others have dealt with their challenges and how they find laughter and joy in light of hardship. I am not a skilled writer but I can share in mine own words my story. I hope that those reading will appreciate the stories and look past the lack of a robust vocabulary and any flawed grammar.

Thanks for reading!

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