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Baron Batch’s Blog: Diary 28
860 miles is the distance from Lubbock to New Orleans. The void that separates my relationship with my father is much further than that. It can’t be quantified in miles, feet, or inches. Perhaps it can be measured in lost time, anger, or tears? But, maybe it can’t be measured at all?
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Baron Batch’s Blog: Diary 27
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As I was waiting in line to board my plane to Haiti a woman asked me “so what do you do for a living?” I excitedly responded, “Well I just graduated from college!” She then asked, “So you mean your unemployed?” I thought about it for a little bit, and then it sunk in. Keep reading for the rest of Baron's thoughts.