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It was 2008. Most everyone I knew was trying to find their value to the world. Myself and my peers were struggling to find work. I knew others that were soul searching after being laid off. So I started writing people’s stories so that they could see themselves as I saw them. Some people even paid me to write about them. But I just did it because it worked wonders, for me and for them. Warm fuzzies all around.