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I remember vividly the day my death-denying illusions were shattered—it happened when I was a senior in high school. A friend had driven home from

I remember vividly the day my death-denying illusions were shattered—it happened when I was a senior in high school. A friend had driven home from

“Grandma, you know I love math and numbers. I like proofs and formulas and statistics. That does not fit with faith. It isn’t necessary and