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She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled
again.
I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still
 unable to speak,
I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision.
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I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue
wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.
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Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you?
I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me,
and she was his angel.
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Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.
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This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your
 friends, including the person that sent it to you.
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Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings..
Thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
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Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as
 possible.
Thank you, Lord, That I can see.
Many are blind.
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Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising.
Thank you, Lord, that I have strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.
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Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost,
toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.
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Thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.
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Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in
magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.
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Thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.
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Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous.
Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.
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Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
 circumstances were not so modest.
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Thank you, Lord, for life.
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Friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and
makes the world we live in a better and happier place.
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YOU ARE MY FRIEND!
God bless you and yours.
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