My favorite memories are not of the times I decided to stay home and watch “American Idol.” They are not of the times I took all the familiar roads. They are not of the times I chose not to talk to a stranger. They are not of the times I chose to stay in my hotel room in the unfamiliar city. No, my favorite memories are the times I stepped out of my com…
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