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Of a Madonna, a child and a Christmas wish

It seemed the world’s suffering drifted onto my desk in the busy newsroom.

Letters on official stationery, accompanied by handwritten notes piled up amid clatter of typewriters and police scanners.

A cornucopia of hurt had spilled from a mailbag. Each entreaty vying for attention.

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Writer, dog rescuer, recovering journalist. Enjoy writing, reading and commenting on your stories. If we met at Woodstock, I apologize for memory lapses.

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Charles McDonald

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Writer, dog rescuer, recovering journalist. Enjoy writing, reading and commenting on your stories. If we met at Woodstock, I apologize for memory lapses.

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