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“What’s your name,” I asked. “Jorge,” he responded. I stuck out my hand and said, “My name is Jim.” I’ll never forget the look on his face as he looked at my hand. Then his eyes met mine as he said, “My hands are dirty.” I laughed, “That’s okay. My hands have been dirty before.” For the rest of the story go to https://www.purposeunlimited.com/thank-god-for-dirty-hands/