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Cold rain, warm heart.
When I came out on to Market Street, I saw that it had started to rain during the two and a half hours I’d been in the dentist chair. It was about quarter to five and Friday evening traffic was heavy. A dark, wet early December end of the work week. I walked down 38th…
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An optimist must know what a sad place the world can be.
If you’re afraid to mention or hear about death, dying, or the dead, don’t talk to me about hope. If you’re afraid to mention, to hear about, much less to face violence, pain, and suffering, don’t talk to me about hope. If you’re afraid to grieve, to sob, to cry out, don’t talk to me…