Whew, I thought I knew about love. But it comes in lots of forms. How did Mother Theresa do it with a smile?
To those of you who wash out the wounds of the wounded, who wipe the faces of the poor, who walk the streets through the filth and flies... I salute you. You humble me. And all I am doing is washing someone else's sheets with a wrinkled up nose.
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