Sometimes in the course of human events,
something tugs at the heartstrings of even
a cynical old curmudgeon. Last night Gracie
and I went to the Golden Corral for an early
supper. I left my scooter at home , and was
just using my oxygen, with the tubes in my
nose. While walking up to the buffet, a little
girl about 3 feet tall, was running and
bumped into me. She looked up, beamed a
smile, and said, “Sorry, excuse me”. She then
ran on for a ways, stopped walked back and
beamed another smile, and said, “I hope you
get better.” Then was off again..................
It made the sun shine a little brighter.