Yesterday, at my agency, we put on a Thanksgiving dinner for several hundred people. I manned the coffee table. On the bus that morning, I had sat hunched around myself, quarrelsome with my life. "What are you doing to me?" Like that. As pleasant as hives. When I started handing out cups of fresh hot coffee, everything changed. Cold and wet outside and I was a stop on a conveyor belt of warmth.
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