She sat alone in the chapel - her curly gray hair on wrinkled, dark African skin, her shoulders stooped - a new convert, in need of nourishment. I watched you come and sit beside her, your arms stretched out. You embraced her in a long, tender hug that said "I love you. I'm glad you're here." Thank you for your example.
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