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Oh, this brought a tear. When my younger son was small, I came home one day and there on the table was a wild flower that he’d picked and potted in some dirt. This came along with a piece of paper with, “I love you, Mom” written in pencil in his little-boy printing. Of course the flower didn’t grow in the dirt, but today it’s pressed in some wax paper with the note attached and sits on my dresser where I see it every day. He’s grown, and I’m sure has no memory of this act, but it’s one of my favorite things ever.
Comment by Marilyn on 1/25/2008 @ 4:55 pm
Last year, we were at a big trade show, and the woman we were speaking to at one of the booths was really sick with a bad cold. I remembered having seen some herbal “sinus buster” at a booth way back at the beginning and told her about it, but she couldn’t get away.
So after working our way a little farther into the show, I got a break and went back to find the herbal remedy. When I told the guy at the booth about the sick exhibitor, he gave me two samples.
I went back, a couple hours after first talking to her, and dropped it off. She was pretty surprised - we didn’t know each other at all. But I felt so bad for her and wanted to help out.
Comment by Lisa Braithwaite on 1/31/2008 @ 8:29 pm
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