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.........MAKING A DIFFERENCE

What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. 
It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.β€”Nelson Mandela

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DANIEL Z. said…
so good to make a difference
May 8, 2018 at 11:10β€―AM
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