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My Friday has started. I woke up thinking about all the compassion that has been expressed to me over the past year and a half. This has been a time of immense sorrow, yet, a time of great personal growth. A time of feeling like my whole world was swallowed up by a huge hole, yet, each day I was gifted with joy. Joy came in the compassionate words - kind, encouraging, complimentary, guiding - shared with me from the hearts of other. I live in gratitude of this journey for my life has been blessed. Today, I hope to be a blessing in the lives of others.

I have already held a six year old and re-read "The Kissing Hand" by Audrey Penn. She is now sitting at her desk stroking her face with the kiss I placed on the back of her hand.

It truly is the little things that can make a difference.

I live in gratitude that I was able to touch her heart.

Deb