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“Going high is demonstrative, a commitment to showing your children, your friends, your colleagues, and your community what it looks like to live with love and operate with decency. Because in the end, at least in my experience, what you put out for others--whether it's hope or hatred--will only create more of the same.”

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Book:The Light We Carry: Overcoming in Uncertain Times
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The Light We Carry: Overcoming in Uncertain Times

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Michelle Obama
Michelle Obama

Michelle Obama, the former First Lady of the United States, was born on January 17, 1964. She is known for her elegant image, active social engagement, and commitment to education. During her time in the White House, she focused on children's health and nutrition issues, promoting a series of social reforms. more

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