I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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“Thank you,” I say, to a passer-by who wishes me a nice day; “Thank you,” I say, for the stick of gum being passed my way; “Thank you,” I say, to the dog-catcher who returns my pet who is prone … Continue reading