I don't think pictures would do them any justice. I believe...Thank you, for sharing... Like the man that had the part for my car on a dark cold night on the New Jersey turnpike. Like the woman that paid my grocery bill at the checkout counter then disappeared by the time I got bagged up. Like the nurse that came to my hospital bed and sat with me until the pain eased one night and then never came back, nobody could identify her. Santa doesn't come to our house at Christmas. Angels deliver the gifts. |
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