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                                                             This is My Story:Part 1  Early School Life through War!!! Once upon a time!! Haha. Well, the story of my life is a very long one. Today is the beginning of a series of "My Story" that I will keep writing when I have the opportunity. Its a reflection on my early school life.  My education journey began in the mid-1980s, a time when resources were scarce and instability was all too common. I remember writing on the ground because we had no books and no chalkboards for our teachers to use. When it rained, we huddled under a muddy shelter. Lunch was unheard of—during breaks, we would wander to nearby homes of our classmates, hoping to find jackfruit hanging from the trees.  My early memories of school are few, but what followed has left a lasting imprint.  As...

Giving Honor to whom Honor is due! Tom Fjermadel Shalom Clinic

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