“Excuse me, that suitcase is mine” a very concerned gentleman with raised voice, lower down on the baggage conveyor said anxiously. “No sir, its mine”. I retorted, somewhat irritated by his attitude and particularly the level of his voice.
Words of Wisdom
I have learned to shape my life into what is wholesome, as dunes in the wind and sand with the tides.
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