Today I heard those words so. many. times. They were
heartfelt. Sometimes with tired eyes that looked into mine and pierced my own
heart. Other times the eyes couldn’t quite meet mine because of shame or
embarrassment or burdens that weighed them down.
Eyes and voices that
belonged to the patients I served today at the monthly free clinic run by two
They gave thanks for the little we were giving them.
And somehow, each time I heard those words and felt the honest
appreciation behind them, I connected to that person. These were my brothers and
sisters. I only gave because of what I have been given.
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