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  • A friend of mine died today. I had lost contact with him in the past year or so---too many things going on in my life. I do not feel good about that. He was a good man, he helped me in my greatest time of despair. He made some mistakes in his life, he served time in prison, and he was dishonest to many people. But to me he was one of the most caring, compassionate people I have ever known. I was glad to have him as my friend and I miss him.
    There is a poem I love by Miller Williams:

    Have compassion for everyone you meet
    even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit,
    bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign
    of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen.
    You do not know what wars are going on
    down there where the spirit meets the bone.
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