Today a friend of mine was retelling a story and as she was telling it I couldn't help but get goosebumps. The gist of the story is that for various reasons she thought her son had been abducted. And in that moment, listening to her talk about her family frantically searching for him, I felt terror. Even knowing the positive outcome ahead of time, I couldn't help but feel just a tiny bit of the fear that she must have been experiencing at that time.
I never want to have to experience that for myself.
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