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I recall a several years back when a young mother went missing from the small village in which we were living at the time. The local news was covering it quite closely because she had indicated to her employer that she had noticed someone following her on her way to work; and then she never returned from her break. Once I learned that she was a single mom of a young child, I thought to myself, "she ran away." I thought this, not in a judgmental way, rather in an empathetic way. You see, I once wanted to run away too. It wasn't too long before the news reporters revealed that the young mother had been located and that she had, indeed, run away on her own.
I could not judge her, because I had once considered the same.
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