When I was a young child my family took an outing to the ocean. I wandered along the seashore and became lost. I couldn’t find my way back to my parents. I started to cry. Some nice people brought me to the police station and ask the police to help me find my parents. I felt comforted being with the police. They were confident it would all work out. Their confidence was contagious. It wasn’t long before I was reunited with my family. It’s not fun being lost. It’s more fun being found. And, it’s more fun being found by people who love you. I hope you all are found today
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