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when I took this picture all I really planned to say was, really, I don't like exercise.

but, at the end of today what I will remember was that two sweet couples went out of their way to get my son his accordion and no one skipped a beat when the hymn request from a young person was for a Christmas carol.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
whose forms are bending low,
who toil along the climbing way
with painful step and slow,
look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
and hear the angels sing!