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  I was once a magnet. I attracted things. I repelled things. I clung to things and I let go of things that lost their charge. Sometimes I fell and other times I was thrown away. I would get shoved in drawers, overlooked, and forgotten. Time went by and there were fragments of me scattered in all the places I had been. I lost parts of me and even some of who I was, but I never lost my purpose. I’m a magnet and somewhere there are magnetic fragments of me. While fragments of me aren’t the whole of me they are pieces of me that are capable of doing what I do on a much smaller scale. There are some pieces of me that are no longer magnetized and do nothing, but they don’t have to stay that way. Do you sometimes feel like this magnet? You give and give of yourself and you need to be poured into. Magnets are supposed to attract oppositely charged magnets. They have a job and they do their job whether we use them or not. We aren’t magnets. It’s not easy to be overlooked and forgotten. W...