It was a beautiful late summer afternoon on campus. In the distance the marching band was warming up for the season home opener. I sat in dappled sunlight shining through an oak tree. People were smiling. Game day anticipation filled the air, along with the smell of pretzels and hotdogs wafting from the stadium. It was a very pleasant moment.
But for som…
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