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Show Inside Out, 184 we pray enough we can work through any problem. It took me a while to accept that seeing Dr. Scofield is the same as getting help from a teacher. He knows more than I do about how to handle some things. Why not learn from him? It has nothing to do with sanity or craziness or even spirituality. But you have to get to the point where you want to be helped. I guess you have to lose some pride." She sounded so mature, like a grown-up. Did she really have things all figured out? As if she could read my mind, she laughed. "I sound like a know-it-all. I'll let you know when Dr. Scofield and I get the whole world straightened out." "Thanks, Terra," I said. "I could use some help with straightening out the world." It was a great conversation. But after I hung up, I remembered the contest again, and my gut shriveled. I had thought my poetry was pretty good. Was Terra's really all that much better than mine? Probably. Did Mom know? Had she even known I entered? I had wanted her to be so proud of me, following in her footsteps. I sighed and got out a sketch pad. |