Elizabeth Jarrett AndrewThe point, I decided, wasn't to have the autobiography or even the memories. The point was who I became when I wrote.
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The point, I decided, wasn't to have the autobiography or even the memories. The point was who I became when I wrote. My autobiography was never supposed to be about me. It was designed to be a catalyst for change in others. If my story could help one person see his or her own life in a different perspective, then I would have done my job.
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