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“The hands on Eddie's childhood glass then were hard and calloused and red with anger, and he went through his younger years whacked, lashed, and beaten. This was the second damage done, the one after neglect. The damage of violence. It got so that Eddie could tell by the thump of the footsteps coming down the hall how hard he was going to get it.”

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Book:The Five People You Meet In Heaven
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The Five People You Meet In Heaven

In this touching narrative, the protagonist, Eddie, reflects on his life and the lives of five people who have touched him deeply. The story unfolds in a serene afterlife setting, where Eddie learns about the interconnectedness of human experiences and the enduring impact of kindness and compassion. The novel is a meditation on the human condition, prompting readers to consider the significance of their own lives and the lives of those around them. more

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Mitch Albom
Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom, born on May 23, 1958, is a renowned American author known for his profound exploration of themes such as life, faith, and love. His works, including 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and 'For One More Day', are celebrated for their emotional depth and rich character development. more

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