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Showing posts with label story of my life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story of my life. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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Thursday, December 16, 2010
Innocent Prisoner
“An innocent prisoner will become more angry by the hour due to the injustice suffered. He will shout and rage. A guilty prisoner becomes more calm and quiet...or he cries. He knows he's there for a reason. The best way to establish guilt or innocence is non-stop interrogation.”
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler
"An unjust law is no law at all." -St. Augustine
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler
"An unjust law is no law at all." -St. Augustine
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Story of My Life
I can relate to the premise that nobody will talk about what is really going on, even in the face of certain death. The perception to the outside world that "everything is fine" and we're all just going along in a nice happy family is more important than the very lives of multiple family members. I can relate to this experience. That is why it is the story of my life.
Erik B. Anderson
Independence Township, New Jersey
Established 1782
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Friday, October 1, 2010
Story of My Life
My Dad and I went to New York City twice after he was diagnosed with PSP. The last time, we got a room in nice hotel overlooking Central Park. Very expensive. We woke up after they stopped serving dinner. Since he was severely disabled, they let us eat leftovers from the continental breakfast in the lobby of the hotel. I was twenty seven years old, but it felt sort of like this.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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