When I turned twelve and began to struggle with the higher notes, I faked it, lip-synching the words.
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When I turned twelve and began to struggle with the higher notes, I faked it, lip-synching the words.
“We’ve been coming here for six weeks, and it works for J and I, but does it work for our son? Will they love him and his differences?”
The pastor raises his hands and loosely smiles at the Sunday regular crowd. Satisfied, he begins his prayer. "Dear Lord, let our children find prosperity . . . "
I saw him sitting in the front pew of All Saints Church. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.