An Intentional Life

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My best friend was a puppet.

OK, I know that sounds strange (if you’re not Jim Henson) to say. I don’t mean a puppet in the sense of a fuzzy toy with a hand-hole that you make ‘talk’ to people. I mean one of those marionette puppets; the ones with the strings attached to all of its limbs.

I say this because, like many people, everything she did for most of her life was because someone else was…