A revival call: The practice of reaching out

In the difficult weeks following the attack on my dog, two dear friends from North Carolina sent me cards. Both had taken the time to buy a card, write a note, find my address and a a stamp, and drop it in their mailbox. Their kindness lifted my spirits.

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I wonder: why do we do less and less of this tangible caring for one another?

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