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November 21, 2006



Wow. Deep. But you're totally right. I was reminded how bad some folks have it this morning as I was walking to work and stepped over a homeless gentelman that was curled up on the sidewalk. I fear that he may have died during the night because the homeless in Philly will always move prior to the am rush. However, given my medical background, and where I have to work, I couldn't do anything without proper protection (ie - gloves). I tried to find a doctor or a cop, but there were none around. Every other morning the place is crawling with these folks, but not today. And once again, irony prevails.

So, yes, everyone, remember that we are the lucky ones and give thanks for all you have - every day.

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