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When times are difficult, there's always help at hand. We take it for granted, never giving thanks. Such is our nature.
I got lost in my wanderings. The storm caught me by surprise, the waves higher than the white cliffs. Winds so strong placating me. It raged for hours. Hungry, exhausted and beaten, I accepted that I would probably die.
Then I saw it, far but there, the lighthouse light. Desperate hope rose in me. The lighthouse and its keeper saved my life that night.
We all have had a lighthouse light, it comes in many guises.
Let's not forget!

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