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I am moved to tears every time I see the crippled, the famished, the weak, the meager, and the unloved. Why? Because in this brotherhood of man, all is my own flesh and blood, and their suffering is my suffering, their woes, mine. And why should it be any other way since every action I execute impresses upon the world its consequences, and the ripples traveling far and wide, eventually return to the source changed by the lives it has touched, and ultimately, I am changed by it. John Donne said, “no man is an island unto himself.” I concur.

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