:Such gifts this holiday season: of generosity, of artistry, of creation, of gathering and goodness. Dark falls shortly after we arrive home, but it’s no threat. There is light. In this season of darkness, I know there is light, there is warmth, and there is great, great hope.”
I hear her high heels tapping down the polished hallway. She had an intermediary call me to ask if I knew of any people in need; I mentioned a longtime colleague, retired and alone now, with some serious health problems. There was, the intermediary said, someone who wanted to help a person just like that this Christmas. That someone would stop by with an envelope, and she would be grateful if I would just address and mail it.
It was an easy task to agree to do.
I am thinking this must be a seasoned benefactor…someone comfortably settled, perhaps with children established and in no need of mama’s money. But the heels belong to a young person who is far from rich. She is, though, smart, clever, and thoroughly professional; she and her husband came unexpectedly into a tidy sum, and they decided to split it. Half goes to someone he found who is in need, the other…
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