An Unknown Woman

D David Harris David Harris
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I met a woman this morning; her hair was white without a strand out of place. She sat down beside me to rest for a moment and began talking to me. She pointed out where she was married at the tender age of nineteen, of how many children and grandchildren she had. How she was ninety now, but she didn’t look a day over seventy. We laughed and quoted you don’t have to be rich to be happy. That sometimes the poor have more fun than the rich will ever have. Real friends bring contentment to our life. We sat talked for fifteen minutes before we had to go our separate ways, but her words enriched this person’s life. A stranger with a message, enjoy everything you have no matter how little it is. 5 July 2009

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