My mother died from cancer right after I turned 14. My father died from cancer when I was 17. I am now 71 years old. A husband 3 grown sons and a grandson and a long carer as a teacher a state park employee. My loss of family early on in life taught me to be independent, to depend on myself and finally to gracefully except help the it is offered. I baked cookie all morning and fed the hungry and homeless at the clocktower in downtown Santa Cruz CA today. I was once hungry and alone at Christmas. Giving to others and hoping for peace in the world is how I celebrate Jesus, who was a great teacher-as were many others. I will never forget having a broken-down car in a storage city at Christmas and the great kindness that was given to me by strangers.
On Dec 26, 2023David Doane wrote :
You sure transcended through sadness and did a lot and gave a lot. That's wonderful. Thanks for sharing your story.
On Dec 25, 2023 Laura Shaw wrote :