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I heard, this morning, in the nursing home…

‘Struggling every day in scorching heat. Staggering under the burden of more than he should carry. The heavy load cruelly rubs his back until it’s raw and bleeding. He has sores on his legs, too, so that every step is agony. He’s desperately thirsty, and oh so very, very tired. . This is his life […]