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Category: my story

Survival

It was a wet, dreary, and chilly day in Columbus, Ohio, on October 7, 1987 – cold enough for a sweater, but not quite cold enough for a winter coat. I was 20 years old at the time, and my baby girl was turning two years old today.  I wanted to go pick up a birthday cake from Resch’s, my favorite bakery on Livingston Avenue, and my mother wanted to go shopping to buy her a present. We discussed where…