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“My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. "And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.”

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Book:Have a Little Faith: A True Story
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Have a Little Faith: A True Story

This book explores the author's personal journey as he is asked by his childhood rabbi to deliver a eulogy for him. Through conversations with the rabbi and a Christian pastor, the narrative examines themes of faith, doubt, and the meaning of a life well-lived. It is a non-fiction account that delves into the common threads of belief and humanity across different religious traditions. more

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Mitch Albom
Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom, born on May 23, 1958, is a renowned American author known for his profound exploration of themes such as life, faith, and love. His works, including 'Tuesdays with Morrie' and 'For One More Day', are celebrated for their emotional depth and rich character development. more

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