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      <title>I&#39;m Not Better Than Crashing</title>
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&lt;p&gt;I rode my bike to church like any other Sunday. 200 feet from my destination I wiped out. No one saw it. I hopped back up and acted like it was part of my Sunday routine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only when I sat down inside did I realize I was in pain and bleeding, but where? I wore long sleeves and pants. I can&amp;rsquo;t check myself in the middle of the auditorium. I go to the bathroom. When I open the door, I&amp;rsquo;m greeted by two cops surrounding a homeless man. I graciously wave and act like I don&amp;rsquo;t have any pressing needs and head back to my seat.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      
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      <title>The Cost of Greatness</title>
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&lt;p&gt;This is a story of self-wrought destruction. I hope you will learn from my mistakes and avoid the same pitfalls I created. Allow me to share how I contracted a sickness that began last Tuesday night. The scene is set in the backhouse of a cigar lounge, smoke in the air, and scotch being served. A fine 4-course meal of steak, lobster, risotto, and chocolate cake, all culminating with a glorious game of poker.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      
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