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My father lay dying. In a sweat-soaked bed in the emergency room of a Brooklyn, New York, hospital, he lay gasping for air desperately trying not to panic as his heart beat erratically. As I watched my father's life seemingly ebb away due to chronic heart stress, strands of a familiar hymn floated through my clinched teeth. Tasting the salty tears... >Full Story

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