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On getting a do-over and taking it.

When I was 20 years old I went on a “missions trip” to Northern Ireland.

(Bless my heart.)

We stayed in a beautiful, craggy, Irish sort of convent or some such. I honestly don't remember much of the trip because I spent most of my time crying on the inside, missing Cory.

As for the “missions” part of it, I remember knocking on a few doors and being floode…