Give Me a Word cid_4605 I believe that is what

I believe that is what my father wanted for me and knew I would so desperately need: a tool for survival

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our patriotism

and that of his parents’ migration to the United States from Guatemala

Give Me a Word cid_4605 I believe that is whatYour word is waiting, hovering just beneath the surface. All you need is the quiet courage to listen and receive it. Beginning in around the third century CE, a group of monastics known as the desert mothers and fathers retreated to the deserts of northern Egypt, Syria, and Palestine to pursue lives of silence and prayer. A key phrase, repeated often among the sayings of the desert mothers and fathers, is "Give me a word." This tradition of asking for