I suppose everyone is known to someone, except for maybe the last survivor of World War II stuck on an island somewhere. But, most of the people in this world know somebody else besides them. They may not know them as friends, but they know them. Maybe, they don't like those people, but they are known by them just the same.
I bring this up, because there have been forces at work around me, by people I don't know, to help me. I know some of those folks, but most I don't. Is it God at work through them? Probably. Why are they even nice to me? An unknown. Because they care? I am not used to people caring about me. I have seen too much rejection. I hope I don't cry.
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