I’ve spoken to the LORD in my prayers and have hinted that since HE took Joyce away, I’m ready to go too. It’s been close to 6 years now. I was the one to go first, because I didn’t think I could live without her.
I mentioned to a good friend of nearly 50 years now about walking with my cane to protect me from dogs that want to attack me for unknown reasons. I also told him about walking home with two young men walking behind me on my way home. I said I could definitely handle one, but two would be dicey.
So, what does he do? He sends me a belated birthday party gift.
Good friends are hard to find.


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