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May 2014
Place your hand on your heart.
Feel that?
That is called purpose...
Find your place in this crazy, beautiful, messed up world
before you have to leave it.
While talking one of my best friends out of taking himself from this world, I told him to feel his heartbeat. I believe heartbeats represent life's purpose. Everybody has a purpose- they must find the purpose for their life before it is too late and their heart stops beating.

Thankfully, my friend is still here. I remind him everyday that he is loved and his purpose, whatever it may be, is keeping him alive.

Please go out and find the reason why you are living, find YOUR purpose!
Erin Hankemeier
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