A group of young people moved in across the street a few months ago. I've never met them. They are a somewhat transient group and are sometimes loud, with foul language and quite often drink a bit too much. Today I walked over and gave them a batch of freshly baked cookies and was reminded that these young people are someone's kids. Just like my own, they get excited and are thankful for simple things like cookies and a smile.

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