For many years now, I’ve felt almost bruised by the strength of their kindness. It comes at me in myriad ways, big and small, whenever I return to my hometown: strangers reaching out their arms to scoop up groceries that have fallen from my bag, returning them with winks and warm smiles. Or handing me a Kleenex when I’m crying in the movie theater, prom…
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