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Apr 2016
A building reaches to the heavens and glass and steel shine in the sun. People stand in awe and wonder of the amazing structure, then go on about their lives. Offices are opened in the massive structure and people move in to apartments and begin to live their lives. Turn back the clock one year and the building wasn't finished and most people paid it on attention. Men and women ran across the superstructure like ants on a play ground. Busily they worked and labored to make the building come to life. When the last window was installed, they went quietly away, but each one was important in this accomplishment. Nothing is done alone, and there is always someone to help. If not for the contribution of many nothing would be achieved. The doctor in the emergency room, wasn't always that skilled. The solider on the battle field wasn't born holding a gun. Someone had to help them get to where they were. In some way each of us contributes everyday to the success of something greater than ourselves.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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   Keith Wilson
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