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Kind Hearted

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Kindhearted people knows no bounds of generosity.
No cross to bare, no arguments, no strife.
Helping people in the street no light feat.
Devastation, starvation, association to some kind of hate.
Pull together kindhearted people with causation of a new world.
Advocate for those who lost their will or path.
Volunteer to make yourself known; Make A Wish Foundation, Animal Rescue, Family Services, Cancer Organizations.
Tweet, Facebook, Pinterest post art to express your developments and contributions.
People need to know hand in hand we stand together to show the world, 'we as kindhearted people nurture.'

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A nice poem dreamwriter, and I for one share the opinion stated in its message, but I thought that for the sake of a bit of fun I would mention the counter-argument as presented by Mr. Mark Twain ...

“It is curious – the misassociation of certain words. For instance, the word Repentance. Through want of reflection we associate it exclusively with Sin. We get the notion early, and keep it always, that we repent of bad deed only; whereas we do a formidably large business in repenting of good deeds which we have done. Often when we repent of a sin, we do it perfunctorily, from principle, coldly and from the head; but when we repent of a good deed the repentance comes hot and bitter and straight from our heart. Often when we repent of a sin, we can forgive ourselves and drop the matter out of mind; but when we repent of a good deed, we seldom get peace – we go on repenting to the end. And the repentance is so perennially young and strong and vivid and vigorous! A great benefaction conferred with your whole heart upon an ungrateful man – with what immortal persistence and never-cooling energy do you repent of that! Repentance of a sin is a pale, poor, perishable thing compared with it.

I am quite sure that the average is built just as I am; otherwise I should not be making this revelation of my inside. I say the average man and stop there; for I am quite certain that there are people who do not repent of their good deeds when the return they get for them is treachery and ingratitude. I think that these few ought to be in heaven; they are in the way here. In my time I have committed several millions of sins. Many of them I probably repented of – I do not remember now; others I was partly reminded to repent of, but it did not seem worthwhile; all of them but the recent ones and a few scattering former ones I have forgotten. In my time I have done eleven good deeds. I remember all of them, four of them with crystal clearness. These four I repent of whenever I think of them – and it is not seldomer than fifty-two times a year. I repent of them in the same old original furious way, un-diminished, always. If I wake up away in the night, they are there, waiting and ready, and they keep me company till the morning. I have not committed any sin that has lasted me like this save one; and have not repented of any sin with the un-modifying earnestness and sincerity with which I have repented of these four gracious and beautiful good deeds.

Possibly you who are reading these paragraphs are of those few who have got mislaid and ought to be in heaven. In that case you will not understand what I have been saying and will have no sympathy with it; but your neighbor will if he is fifty years old.”
-Mark Twain
“I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed reading accident. I hit a book mark and flew across the room.”
― Steven Wright
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