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My Comma
By admin | October 1, 2008
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Have you ever wondered what happens to someone in a comma? I never did until I ended up in one. I hit my head falling off a ladder and was in a comma for three days. While out, I relived several moments in my life. I can’t remember much of it, but I know that I saw memories of the past. Most of the events were happy, but some made me sad for no reason at all. I remember seeing my first boyfriend and a night we spent together. Usually memories like those fill me with good feelings, but this was different. It made me sad, like I had done something awful that I can’t take back. When I woke up, I explained these feelings to my mom. The next day, she walks into my hospital room with two true love waits rings. She said that one was for me and one was for my current boyfriend. I didn’t understand at first, but I do now. I don’t want to take anything away from my future husband, not more than I already have anyway. I want to be as pure as possible when we get married, and that all starts with a purity ring.
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