"How can you help me with a post-it note?" She rubbed her red, irritated eyes. "I've got nothing, so how can one tiny piece of paper change that?" She most probably cried recently. Her face covered in dirt and muck. I wanted to make sure she never let down any tears again. I grabbed her little hand, reached down into my purse, and grabbed a thin, sticky piece of paper. I smiled, and gave it to her. "Because if a post-it saved my life, it can save yours too." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------All Rights Reserved
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