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Millionaires or beggars in the street.
Those who live in huge mansions or homeless.
Extravagant lifestyle or basic hand to mouth.
Someone who has all the qualifications in this world or one who can’t read nor write.
You will call yourself fortunate if you are on the better side. Nevertheless, what makes us all equal, is simply because of one thing: Death.
Everyone will have to pass through this bridge. No one is immortal, and no one is exempted. Nor can you have an extension. At the end of our journey, our footprint of deeds will what count most.

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“I love you lots! I will see you later and have a great day. I love you lots!”

She said it twice to her daughter, and as she uttered those words, she was doing the sign language. After taking a seat, her daughter (who must have been in her early teens) looked into her mom’s eyes affectionately. She responded through the window not by talking but by sign language. Although she could not hear, she could feel her mom’s caring and loving words which would be her guiding light throughout the day and until she closed her eyes at night.

The train began to depart, but her mom was still standing on the platform, waiting for it to disappear from her sight completely. It was such a beautiful and heart-warming scene I was fortunate to witness in the morning.

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