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Together We Can Spread The Love


A man at the store holds open the door for a woman of two and with her arms full. A child sees this and runs in the heat to help an old woman cross the street. A woman watching decides to go visit her friend who just lost her man to the war in Afghan. The comforted woman, at the funeral pyre, tells of the great people there who are helping her through this difficult time. A young man of twenty-one attending the funeral in May, enlists for war, the very next day. He spends the rest of his life protecting other soldiers remembering what the widow said on that mournful night. We can save many lives, from humans to animals to plants of all kinds, if we would just take out a little of our time to spread the love and help someone today. So that they might do the same to the others they meet and maybe finally we would know World Peace.
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