My Shadow

Wilma’s Bag

It was a cold winter’s day when I first met her.   She came into the waiting area of the automotive department at the mall where I was waiting for them to put new tires on our van.   I watched her as she put down a large plastic bag that didn't...

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A Simple Gesture

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered...

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