Thinking I was meeting with a younger group today, my audience had one man, in his mid-seventies, on oxygen. Not only that, but the meeting took place outside in the heat, with him in his car and me in my wheelchair, sitting in the church parking lot. What a great visit we had, talking and laughing as if there was not a care in the world. Sometimes, those meetings are just meant to be. As we both drove off, smiles on our faces, I said a prayer of thanks. My mournful mood needed that audience of one, he never knowing my frame of mind.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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