Vasectomies, Generosity, and Refugees
He gave me a stick to bite. Then raised the cleaver over his head. And just like that my childbearing years are over. OK, the vasectomy was nothing like this; instead, we chatted the whole time while he worked. Which is a little strange but a nice distraction. We discussed his church and mission trips to Mexico. Unlike a general […]
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