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Evans: Remember, our imperfections don’t define us
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Every one of us probably has a moment of dread from our grade school days squirreled away in the dusty recesses of our memories. Or many such moments. For me, it was in elementary school when it was my turn to sing a solo in music class. I would have given anything to be spared from having the spotlight on me that day. In the grand scheme of things, however, my agony quickly passed.