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A kindness

A kindness is an act of love. Strangers helping strangers because there is a need. It happens all over the world millions of times a day. Kindness from opening the door for strangers too feeding and sheltering them. There are many good people in this world, never believe the whole world is like the news or movies.

We don’t have snow very often where I live, but last winter we had eight inches of snow fall overnight on a workday. When it snows I become the driver to work for the family. It wasn’t too bad, just stay in the ruts and avoid the deep stuff.

After dropping off the last one, I turned for home. It was still dark and hard to see. At the first corner I turned too sharp and found myself stuck in the deep snow. Great! Here I am seven miles from home, tires spinning, going nowhere.

To my right was a large empty parking lot. I noticed a car seemed to be parking close to the street where I was stuck in he snow. Two men jumped out and ran to my car. They tried to push my car out of the snow, but it was too deep. Then a Van pulled up beside my car and a man got out, talked to the other men, and attached a tow strap to my car and used his Van to pull my car out of the snow bank. The men talked again then got into their vehicles and drove off. I yelled out at them: “Thank you and God Bless.” People are great. Life is good.

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The Monarch

Gossamer wings, fluttering past,
turning my head, moving so fast,
slightly churning, spatting the air,
fluttering on, without a care.

A thousand miles, a thousand more,
swiftly flying from shore to shore.
Bright tiny wings, cover vast space
brown golden hues, moving with grace.

Never tire, nor energy pall,
course aligned, answering the call.
Winter is nigh, summer retreats,
cycle of life, is now complete.

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