Liz Curtis Higgs
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Forsaking All
When we fall madly in love, sacrifices don’t matter.
Flying home from Atlanta one evening, I sat next to a young woman who was impeccably groomed, except for the streaks on her cheeks were tears had removed some of her soft red blush.
My heart went out to her, but my head said, None of your business, Liz. Don’t interfere.
As usual, I ignored my head and went with my heart. “What brings you to Louisville?” I asked softly.
She turned, and a fresh flow of tears began as she moaned, “I don’t know!”
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