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One Solitary Life
Phylicia Rashad
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He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He
Grew up in still another village where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty. Then, for three years, he was an itinerant
Preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never
Had a family or owned a house. He didn't go to college. He never
Visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the
Place where he was born. He did none of the things one usually
Associates with greatness. He had no credentials but himself
He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned
Against him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to his
Enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to
A cross between two thieves. While he was dying, his executioners
Gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth. When
He was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of
A friend. Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today he is
Considered by many to be the central figure of the human race and
The leader of mankind's progress. All the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned put together have not affected
The life of man on this earth as much as that one solitary life
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