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I was walking down the street one night, going home after a long days work.  It was a bit of a cold night, with snow beginning to fall.  Everyone bustling about, getting things done so they could get home and be with their families before the storm really settled in.  As I was walking, I saw this man coming towards me and there was just something different about him.  He wasn't a rich man, nor a distinguished man, may have even been homeless, but there was something about him that just seemed different.  As he got closer, I started to see his face and see the many wounds he bore, words like failure, stupid, not good enough.  You know, just the normal things written across all of our faces, but to my amazement, they were not wounds any more, but scars, healed and proudly displayed as some great victory won.  Then I looked and saw across his forehead the word LOVED written, and I knew why he was so different.  As he smiled and looked at me, I could feel the love that had so consumed him, pouring out for me as well.  I knew I may not ever meet another person like him.  Luckily I had my camera with me and moving quickly, I raised the camera and CLICK.