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Our friends are the people whom we choose, usually friends are the same sort of people as ourselves. My neighbor is the man whom I do not choose; he is the man whom God gives me. He is the man who happens to live in the house next to mine; he is the man who happens to sit opposite to me on the train; he is the clerk who works at the desk next to mine. I have no right to say that he is no concern of mine, because, if I am a Christian, I know that he is the man whom God has given to me. -Stephen C. Neill