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Tonight my mother called me (from her assisted living apartment).
She had been looking at some photos & postcards my sister had brought her.
She read the back of a postcard that I had sent in September 2001 - from Warsaw Poland, while on a client assignment.
It was surprising to me - how much that postcard meant to her, now.
Little acts...echoing through decades...
The acts that you can do now - you cannot compute the effect, or magnitude, that it will have on others...years, or decades, from now.
Be kind.
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