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This is the devastation of irony. Your every blessing becomes ashes in your mouth. Your skills and talents become trite. Your own health becomes a personal curse.
Buble has so many blessings, and I'm sure he'd trade them all for his son's health.
Here's hoping and praying that in the end his son comes out hale and hearty. The sole bright spot is that every day on earth finds us with a new tool in our arsenal against this scourge.
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We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics - E.W.
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