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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Forever and Ever, Amen about Catholic, Churchs, Silence with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Leaders & Notable People.
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conversations.value: the author, a Catholic nun who tackled the Churchs pedophilia scandal in her 2004 story The Silence We Keep, offers a funny, revealing memoir about her early years as a nun. As the subtitle makes clear, she joined holy orders during an era that saw upheaval in both American society and the Roman Catholic Church. After the Second Vatican Council, Catholic liturgy changed, nuns habits were modified, young nuns like the author were allowed to keep their birth names, and the rigid hierarchy of religious orders gradually gave way to a kind of egalitarianism. Still, conforming herself to the intense community life of the sisterhood was difficult for the author (whose high spirits recall another lively young woman in a convent, The Sound of Musics Maria). Humorous stories enliven her strugglessuch as the time high school friends snuck the author a bag of vodka-laced oranges, and the fruit was intercepted by one of the authors superiors. the author came to love both the close-knit community and the prayerful silence that punctuated her life. Some of her most moving writing considers the fruits of meditative solitude. "[I]n solitudeI was given a divine sense of what was rock under my feet and what was sand." More evenhanded than Karen Armstrongs Through the Narrow Gate, this account will both entertain and edify.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: the author, a Catholic nun who tackled the Churchs pedophilia scandal in her 2004 story The Silence We Keep, offers a funny, revealing memoir about her early years as a nun. As the subtitle makes clear, she joined holy orders during an era that saw upheaval in both American society and the Roman Catholic Church. After the Second Vatican Council, Catholic liturgy changed, nuns habits were modified, young nuns like the author were allowed to keep their birth names, and the rigid hierarchy of religious orders gradually gave way to a kind of egalitarianism. Still, conforming herself to the intense community life of the sisterhood was difficult for the author (whose high spirits recall another lively young woman in a convent, The Sound of Musics Maria). Humorous stories enliven her strugglessuch as the time high school friends snuck the author a bag of vodka-laced oranges, and the fruit was intercepted by one of the authors superiors. the author came to love both the close-knit community and the prayerful silence that punctuated her life. Some of her most moving writing considers the fruits of meditative solitude. "[I]n solitudeI was given a divine sense of what was rock under my feet and what was sand.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: Forever and Ever, Amen
  Pierre had often said to me, "When I die, I want you to sing at my funeral." Of course, that had been well before I had suffered a stroke. But in typical Pierre fashion, he had preplanned his funeral as a celebration of life including great food and wine, and music. I knew I had to make the effort to fulfill Pierre's wishes.
  The celebration of Pierre's life was held on February 3, 2016, at Pierre's Bushman Celebration Center in Bullard, with more than a thousand people attending. Randy Owen, a great friend and the lead singer from Alabama, sang several songs to honor Pierre during the ceremony, and then it was my turn. For the occasion, Mary had helped me put on a dark suit and a white open-collared dress shirt with a black T-shirt beneath it. She wheeled me onto the stage and helped me as I struggled to stand up to honor our friend. She stayed close by as I stood between two representatives from Kiepersol, one of whom held my hand to steady me.
  I stood behind the microphone and started singing the first verse of "Amazing Grace," for the first time in public since suffering the stroke. My voice was a bit shaky and garbled, but nobody seemed to care. I had barely started singing when Kelly, Pierre's daughters, and the many friends and Kiepersol employees began singing along with me.
  My voice wasn't perfect, and I was still pretty wobbly, but I knew it would not be my last public singing performance.
  Jeff, Bill, Mary, and I got together for dinner at a popular Nashville restaurant, and Bill poured out his heart to us. "It is so good to see you, Randy," Bill said. "My heart has been broken for years because I couldn't understand why you hated me so much." We all had tears in our eyes as Bill described his side of the story regarding the circumstances that led to my leaving Warner Bros. "I just want you to know that those things you were told by the people around you were bald-faced lies."
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' I couldn't sign the thousands of autographs as I'd done over the years at Fan Fair and CMA Fest, but I smiled, said "Thanks" a lot, and shook hands—left hands, since my right hand was still not functioning fully.'.
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conversations.value: In March 2017 it was my turn to help someone else as I sang "Amazing Grace" again at AT&T Stadium in a benefit show that raised more than two million dollars for the American Heart Association.
  In June Mary, Cavanaugh, Raleigh, and I attended the 2017 CMA Music Fest in Nashville, and during his Thursday afternoon performance at Riverfront Park, Michael Ray welcomed me to the stage. The crowd had no idea that I was there, and they gave me a rousing ovation as Mary helped me walk out to join Michael. I waved at fans, and Michael put a microphone in front of me. Then, with his band sitting idle on the stage and thousands of people in the audience, Michael graciously took time out of his show for me. I stood next to him as he began strumming the chords to "" on his acoustic guitar and singing the song, encouraging the audience to sing along, which they did. I tried to sing along with them. They sang all the way to the end, but then Michael motioned the crowd quiet. Once again, he had saved the last "Amen" for me.
  I pressed in close to the microphone and sang "Aaa-aaa-aaa-men." The crowd went wild, and Michael was ecstatic. He threw himself backward and pumped his fists in the air, before coming over to hug me and call out to the audience, "Ladies and Gentlemen: Country Music Hall of Famer Mr. Randy Travis!"
  On Friday afternoon during the festival, I sat in the rotunda of the Country Music Hall of Fame and greeted fans for hours. I couldn't sign the thousands of autographs as I'd done over the years at Fan Fair and CMA Fest, but I smiled, said "Thanks" a lot, and shook hands—left hands, since my right hand was still not functioning fully.
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conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: My youngest brother, Dennis, was afraid to ride with me when we were kids because I drove so fast. Here he and I share a special moment at a wedding we attended while I was still in a wheelchair after the stroke. We'd both come a long way from our rough childhood in Marshville, NC.
  When I came home from the hospital, I couldn't walk, shave, take a shower, comb my hair, dress, or feed myself. Mary cared for me like a newborn baby. Today we laugh, sing, and enjoy every day as a gift.
  This is my favorite photo of Mary and me. I keep it on the kitchen counter and look at it every day. It reminds me that we are taking one step at a time into the great future that God has for us.