I’m Deana Baker. I’m Here to Help.
Max and Brad are yelling. Bumping bellies. About ready to throw down.And Deana walks into the middle of it.“They look at me and say, ‘Who are you?’ I said, ‘I’m Deana Baker. I’m Max’s sister. I’m here to help.’”They ask what she’s going to do.“Uh… whatever. I don’t know.”Then comes the assignment.A box. Full of pre-registration paperwork. Hundreds of packets that people are supposed to pick up the next day at noon.Not alphabetized. Not organized. Not on a laptop. Not even on a legal pad.Just a box.That’s how it starts. Chaos. No system. Big expectations.And sometimes the only thing standing…
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