Now, about that assisted living. As my neighbors to the north prepare to celebrate their day of Independence, I remember that I am completely dependent on my God for everything, all the time, wherever I go, whatever I do. Whenever I forget, something happens to remind me that assisted living isn’t just for us old, retired souls. We’re not broken, not broken down, just broken in. We welcome the assistance.

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