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I do feel good doing good makes a tear come to my eye but a tear of happiness when I say something nice to the old man brutally scowling and smile at his Harumph when I deliver a valentine to that old woman down the road with the hundred cats a valentine of a bag of feed for her brood good I feel when I put another man's shoes on look through his eyes for a second walk 100 feet in them good when I see a mom that really cares for her children the smiling health care workers overcome by heartrending stories and dead patients and they keep doing it the teachers who daily come up with clever ways to teach our future with limited resources the garbage man mundane and stinky task who smiles as he totes the refuse from here the baker the police the calm helpful voice on the help line for my cable company, almost apologetic for the latest outage, the workers who after a storm go out and repair our lifelines in bad weather, any of you retail clerks , who smile through the increasing workload week after week within shorter hours, the receptionist at any office. It takes patience..
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
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I do feel good doing good makes a tear come to my eye but a tear of happiness when I say something nice to the old man brutally scowling and smile at his Harumph when I deliver a valentine to that old woman down the road with the hundred cats a valentine of a bag of feed for her brood good I feel when I put another man's shoes on look through his eyes for a second walk 100 feet in them good when I see a mom that really cares for her children the smiling health care workers overcome by heartrending stories and dead patients and they keep doing it the teachers who daily come up with clever ways to teach our future with limited resources the garbage man mundane and stinky task who smiles as he totes the refuse from here the baker the police the calm helpful voice on the help line for my cable company, almost apologetic for the latest outage, the workers who after a storm go out and repair our lifelines in bad weather, any of you retail clerks , who smile through the increasing workload week after week within shorter hours, the receptionist at any office. It takes patience..
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
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