One Sunday summer afternoon, I saw a young man riding a bicycle on the road before it was open to the public. He didn’t see me but, I saw him. Somehow, I knew he would have a great impact on my future. The new road had cut the farm I lived on in half, and the owners decided to sell the farm. The parents of the young man on the bicycle bought the land. That boy, Mark, grew up. He went to college, got a job, married a beautiful girl named Therese, and they had four children - Joshua, Cassandra, Jacob, and Catherine.
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