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  • I stand before you. But you don’t know me.

    How can you ever know me?

    I am not my facts - not my vitalstatics, my demographic, my gender, my marital status, my date of birth, my race, my country of origin.

    I am my stories.

    My stories tell you about what I love, what bores me, what thrills me, who matters to me, whether I live in hope or fear. My stories offer you a glimpse into my soul.

    And as I share my stories with you, they tell me who I am. My stories are my mirror. If I listen very closely, I can see my naked self.

    I gaze in the mirror and I know.

    My stories assure me, like Kilroy, that I was here.
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