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The Castaways continued Jake bid farewell to his grandmother that afternoon, never realizing that it was actually goodbye. On his way out, he noticed a plaque hanging on the wall. It appeared out of place. As he hadn't seen it before, he took the few seconds needed to read it. It was a poem written by an anonymous author:
Stepping into the brisk sunset, Jake had no doubt that his grandmother was right. It was so clear. In the future, any time he was in search of answers, he needed only to visit a haven for elderly souls. Although the teachers of forgiveness and acceptance dwelled within the company of angels, they were also happy for the company of youth. Grandmother's final gift was so valuable it could have never been wrapped. She had introduced him to the greatest natural resources on earth. When he had found one of the teachers generous enough to reveal their thoughts, he considered himself fortunate. When he had found another kind enough to open their heart, he considered himself blessed. In retrospect, he might have lent a helping hand to some, but it was the stronger, gentler hands extended back to him that would have shocked the world.
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