Frank Pulver (10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))
As I asked Christ in my life and asked him to help me forget my past,
He reminded me that I should think of them as long as the memories would last.
It reminded me as in history there are things called last archives,
But as they are always found, I had to remember that He help us with our lives
So as I use my past as a part of wisdom and as Stepping Stones.
I now that Christ will never let me live my life alone.
By Frank Pulver 2010
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