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Advice

For many years I’ve refused to give advice. What’s worked in my unique life may not work in someone else’s. Besides, they often don’t listen anyway, or they do, the advice doesn’t work, and they resent you. 

But lately I’ve been seeing people who are down on themselves, being subjected to the bigoted or ignorant comments of others. I feel an urge to reach out, to offer aid and comfort. That’s why I got ordained, to minister. Not with religion but with support and acceptance.

So that’s my mission now. To encourage those who are down to ignore the opinions of others and to find their unique inner strength and beauty. If I can help one person become happy with themselves and inspire them to find the value of themselves, I will consider my life well spent.

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