Someone tells the story of when, down in North Carolina, a man asked a weather-beaten mountaineer how he was feeling. “It's like this,” drawled the man from the hills after a few seconds of silence. “I'm still kickin’, but I ain't raisin’ any dust.” When you get right down to it, if we just keep on kickin’, there is always hope.
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