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  1. I don’t have a daughter. I have a son. And when he was 13, he survived a head on collision that took the life of his great aunt, the driver. He had to be removed with the jaws of life, and if he had been any taller (the car door hit the very top of his head) he may have been killed or left with a TBI. It was a scary time. I’ve read your posts about the fire, and I can’t imagine going through near brushes time and time again. You have a lot to be proud of.
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