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“Sometimes it 's easy to walk by because we know we can 't change someone 's whole life in a single afternoon. But what we fail to realize it that simple kindness can go a long way toward encouraging someone who is stuck in a desolate place.” ~ Mike Yankoski
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Remember there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end. Scott Adams