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With gratitude to humanity and the universe.

This short story is one of many acts of kindness my family received during the Lebanese civil war. I was 17 years old living with my parents in the midst of the war when we ran out of food and bread. We could not leave home because of the shelling all around us and we were running out of food. My mother was worried about how she would feed her children. Then one day we heard a knock on the door. My dad opened the door and a young man gave him several bags of bread as a gift from an anonymous person. My father in turn shared the bread with a neighbor who had a large family.

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