
When I was 17, my friend Susie died from an inoperable brain tumor. She had given me this heart the year before for my 16th birthday. I found it while packing up our house to get ready for the move. I will never forget Susie and her cheerful goodness. At girl's camp the summer before she passed away, we had a glorious time, and chatted about how we both hated to wear our socks inside-out. Her testimony strengthened mine. I wish I had a picture of her to share, but for now, I just have her heart.
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