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Friends,
With the appalling news out of Nice last night it’s hard not to succumb to fear –which is precisely the intent of those perpetrating such atrocious acts.  At times like these (which are all too frequent), I find it helpful to try to put things into perspective. After all, we live in a big world. With 7.4 billion of us around, you might not be surprised to know 151 thousand people die every day. About 1,440 of them –slightly less than one percent—die due to violence. So, even though eighty four people were killed (which, admittedly, is eighty four too many), that’s under six percent of the average number of people who die a violent death every day.  As we mourn the loss and contemplate how we can make the world a better place where everyone gets along, I think the best thing we can do to combat the cowardly acts of evil men is to go on with our normal lives, comforted in the knowledge that far more people die from diarrhea every day (close to fifty thousand) than the combined death toll from all the high-profile attacks of the past few months. On that note… have a donut! A dozen Dunkin’ Donuts are here and ready to be consumed.
Happy Friday!

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