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Sometimes I get anxious about what the future holds. But then again I remember that I didn't know what I wanted to do in 8th grade and God worked it out. Never thought I'd move to California and it worked out. Never really had a best friend and that seems to work out. Didn't really plan for all those jobs and it worked out. I could be anxious, but I'm choosing to trust in our heavenly Father, the good Lord, my personal savior. He planned for me to be in this very place. I would be stupid to be anxious. He planned for that car crash, He also made my goal of having a Mustang convertible come true. Everything is in His plan. Sometimes I doubt Jora, but he had the same H&M teal sweatpants as my patient, Steven. The Uber drivers. "I don't believe in coincidences." Feliciano Jr. RAM 1500
The disability checks, the hand injury. EVERYTHING.