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You are beautiful. This shows that these politicians can say everything they want to get a vote. This guy said he was against War. But just like when I was in College. A war about Weapons of Mass destruction when there were no weapons of mass destruction. So here we go again. Another War Mongral.

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Lori,

I'm sorry to be so wordy, but this experience feels important...

My mother died in September, just days prior to her 94th birthday, peacefully at home, surrounded by her last living immediate family and three caring hospice workers. If death has to be, Mom's was a good one, and one I'd choose for myself eventually.

In America, when the body is picked up the family is told that they need to "begin dealing with their grief", which means, "come straight to the funeral home to sign forms. Don't forget your checkbook!" Which was likely best for me under the circumstances. (Or I might STILL be stuck in this house!) Besides, I hadn't bought food specifically for myself in about 8 months, so it was time to start testing boundaries so firmly in place by circumstance for most of the prior decade. (Dad died at home not long before, just days after his 95th, and they had both needed care for years.)

So, I got the bill paid, and headed to Walmart to buy food specifically for myself...something I'd not done in a number of years.

I got to the check-out line with most of a cart-full, behind a young woman of perhaps 30, and what appeared to be her daughter of 10 to 12 years. It was hard not to notice their very stylish clothing, and their overall "American" appearance. (As I got into line I overheard them speaking Spanish quietly to each other, which is not uncommon here in the agricultural deep south.) I had acknowledged their presence in a friendly manner, as I try to always do, and they mine. Then after talking together (in Spanish), they waved me ahead of them in line, but for no reason I could determine. (We each had nearly equal amounts of groceries.)

At that point I mentioned to them that my mother had just died, not to elicit their sympathy, but simply because I hadn't said "the words" yet, and I needed to do so for healing to begin.

But then, after insisting that I precede them in line, the daughter started to unload my cart onto the check-out conveyer belt! (Even beer!) I tried to help them unload their cart, but they refused my help. Then the child insisted on putting my groceries (even the beer) back into my cart.

And when all was done, the almost silent child hugged me (with her mother's clear approval.) I admit it felt odd, but very welcome considering the circumstances. Then I thanked them as effusively as I was able, and left for my car.

Only a few feet out of the store I realized what I was coincidentally wearing...

https://bsgeneralstore.com/collections/t-shirts/products/the-gulf-of-mexico

And then I understood everything more fully. Their overwhelming use of English, their "American" clothing and appearance. And most of all, their apparent nation of origin, which they entrusted me with to a degree that to this day humbles me to me knees.

At times like this, it can be hard to remember things such as trust, and even joy. But even now there are events happening, both small and large, that make us realize just how beautiful and wonderful life can truly be, if we're willing to go an extra step with our eyes open for the love every human has somewhere deep inside.

(Well, most humans.)

Thank you for "listening".

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