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A Little Bit of Thanks Goes a Long Way

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This Thanksgiving there should only be one regret—that we have not taken the time to give enough of ourselves. Giving of ourselves takes many shapes and forms. Take a look around and ask yourself: What can I do to lift someone’s burden or make their load a little lighter?

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