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A Story of a Handshake: Small Moments, Big Impact
I still remember the handshake that changed everything for me. It was a Sunday morning, years ago. I was standing in the lobby of a church I'd never visited before, feeling completely out of place. My hands were in my pockets. My eyes were scanning for the exit. And then a man walked over: gray hair, kind eyes, firm but gentle grip: and said five words I'll never forget: "I'm glad you're here." That was it. A handshake. A sentence. Maybe ten seconds of his time. But for me? It was the...

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