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Dear Ann Landers,
Thanks for the wonderful idea. I hope you find the store crowded. United Technologies Corp. has from time to time run a series of messages. 1 hesitate to call them ads-they are far too classy. These essays by Harry J. Gray of Hartford, Conn., contain more common sense per square inch than anything I have ever read. The man is a genius. Here's one of my favorites: Do You Remember Who Gave You Your First Break? Someone saw something in you once. That's partly why you are where you are today. It could have been a thoughtful parent, a perceptive teacher, a de-manding drill sergeant, an appreciative employer or just a friend who dug down in his pocket and came up with a few bucks. Whoever it was had the kindness and the foresight to be in on your future. Those are two beautiful qualities that separate the human being from the orangutan. In the next 24 hours, take 10 minutes to write a grateful note to the person who helped you. You'll keep a wonderful friendship alive. Mat-ter of fact, take another 10 minutes to give somebody else a break. Who knows? Someday you might get a nice letter. It could be one of the most gratifying messages you ever read. For All Parents Edgar Guest "I'll lend you a little time, a child of mine," He said, "For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain, Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again? I fended that I heard them say, '

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ear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may; And for the happiness we've known, will ever grateful stay. But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.' "



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