After I retired, I occasionally visited the library where I had worked and while there saw one of the mentally challenged boys who often came to our library.
He almost cried when he saw me and told me that I was the only person there who had treated him like a real person. (He was afraid that I had died , because he didn't see me there anymore.)
Another example of how librarians get the right books to the right person.
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