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He taught me

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He taught me that a whisper in the ear and a pat on the back leave a deeper mark than the palm print on the face and syllables sour than a spoonful of vinegar.

He taught me that looking in the eye of anyone is not a mean feat if your words carry the weight of truth and are as soft as a summer cloud.

He taught me that using Kleenex and Clorox do not tarnish any false dignity that you burden yourself with but embellishes your being.

He taught me that one should leave their footwear and prejudice at the threshold to let the mind and the heart be germ-free.

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