A Kind Deed “You can’t see the forest for the trees.” I woke up to a kitchen perfumed by a perfect lilac, it was given to me by my neighbors, after having shared a delightful dinner; I was told repeatedly, to please pick as many flowers as I liked. I am not sure from where…
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•Magnanimity Yesterday, as I was leaving the library, a little girl, about ten years old, must have taken note that my arms were bulging with books; she and her friend were in front of me, she walked over to the button, to open the doors automatically, and pressed it. I was genuinely touched; as she…
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•A Lasting Love I am always quite enthralled when I see those couples, sitting on the beach or walking hand in hand with weathered faces, grayed hair, and perhaps a beat skipped, in their walk, who nevertheless seem enthralled in each other’s company. I stare intently, while trying to be discrete, when a chair is…
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•Missing Youth (Me, living in Maywood California, when I attended Nimitz Jr. High, with Curly, our dog) Today, I find myself sitting at a desk, in a hotel room, on the sixth floor looking down at a snow covered park, surrounded by wide boulevards and buildings that are over a hundred years old. I spent…