It’s not that I’m Speechless. . .

Maybe. . .maybe, it’s just that 

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pale to ACTION

The eyes always hear what a mouth can’t utter

no matter how eloquently said. . . .

Maybe Leo Tolstoy was right when he walked by a beggar on the street and stopped to say,

“My Brother, I’m so sorry that I don’t have anything to give you.”

The homeless beggar said, “You’ve already given me so much more than money by calling me, ‘Brother.'”

A Friend heals when no cure is actually sought but always needed. . . .

When have you shared such riches?

When. . .when will you?