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Confessions of a Mother, continued: The Other Side of The Story

Joseph: Clearance, I have a special case for you down on earth.

Clearance: Will I win my wings second class this time  if I get her thru this.

Joseph: Yes, Clearance.  She needs the light and clarity you can give her. View her life at the moment and how the evil one is attempting to manipulate her.

Here he mentions all the things Tarbile did that day, which Tarbile described in detail in his letter to Cinderrott and later to Ashbowel (the one assigned to The Uncle).

Clearance: My, my... the devil the enemy assign to her is playing in her imagination that she is a terrible mom when in reality she a loving mom with a husband and children that love her and know they know they are loved by her.

She has the minor phone imperfections of her uncle and they are already working on the overcoming it.

The evil one assign to her is trying to get her obsessed with this minor imperfection.

Joseph: Yes, Clearance. Doesn't this case remind you of another case.

Clearance: Yes. Didn't they make a movie about it.

Joseph: Yes Clearance.  They called it: It's a Wonderful Life.

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