An Art of Thanks

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I like to consider myself a fairly gracious person. I never expect reciprocity for good deeds, nor do I act generously to reap the rewards. I do, however, think small gestures of gratitude are a bit forgotten. I was raised to always be polite and give thanks - growing up Catholic, it's prevalent. But, it's been the last few years that I have adopted the handwritten note. Something that is so simple and quite honestly, easy to remember, makes such a difference. In a time where emails and texts reign supreme, add a personal touch and substitute the Internet for the post. It tends to speak volumes.

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