Reposted from Fruitfulsteps
10.17.13. I went on a home health visit today. The home smelled just like my Grandma Goss’ used to. Not good or bad, just Grandma. There I met the cutest little 94 year old man who said, “Call me Christmas!” Then he offered me half a boiled egg white (he had eaten the yolk) and the last pecan off his cinnamon roll. No…i didn’t eat them, But what a reminder of the power of relationships, the beauty of people quietly living their lives, and of meeting and loving strangers. joy!
