Many years ago, when my daughter Sara was in the fifth grade, she came to me with a life-gripping problem. As tears welled up in her big brown eyes, she began explaining her dilemma.
“Marcy hates me!” she cried. “She hates me because Kathy is my friend, too. She wants me to be her friend and nobody else’s.” Sara choked back her tears and said, “She won’t play with me if I hang out with Kathy. But, they are both my friends!”
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