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Once again, thank you to the person who dedicates themselves to their work and does it with love and for the benefit of others. I once read a phrase in a book when I was a child, that goodness is when an unknown person places a simple, roughly hewn bench on a little-known path, so that weary travelers can rest in the shade of the trees. I know this better than anyone, because I spent many days herding cattle and quenching my thirst at springs in the field, which are always well-maintained, cleaned, and in some cases, even have small shelters built, or at least have paths leading to them and always have utensils nearby. And no one ever knows who does this, and no one in the village ever talks about it. Because that is what goodness is, and it has always lived in people and will always live, and every sip, every minute in the shade of their creations makes us kinder and better. (And now, everyone who has read this, shed a quiet tear, but let's not be like "Hollywood").