Some mornings you just don't have anything to say. I guess this morning is one of them. I'll leave you with a poem...
Best of All
He doeth well who doeth good
To those of his own brotherhood;
He doeth better who doth bless
The stranger in his wretchedness;
Yet best, oh! best of all doth he
Who helps a fallen enemy.
Anonymous
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