is the only service

that will stand the storm of life

and not wash out.

It will wear well

and be remembered long after

the prism of politeness

or the complexion of courtesy

have faded away.

When I am gone,

I hope it can be said of me

that I plucked a thistle

and planted a flower

wherever I thought

a flower would grow.

-Author Unknown

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