It 's always nice surprise.
It happened again at Christmas and this is just one of my fortunes.
Although I'm selfish I try to share it. It
dinner and a couple of friends the next sub-program nights to be spent to accommodate the homeless. Far from boasting about, that would be chic to do on Christmas Eve, they are flushed out by a mom who ironically chatterbox them brings up jokingly lamented the fate of his son 'ended up sleeping with the homeless'. While most of those present at the dinner did not even know what they talk about and wonder about what it means to the strange name of the blessed to which it is entitled to the shelter once again I do the fool for underestimating those I meet. Then comes lunch at
family. And gifts. Da Mo is not a child and I do not wrap the packages, but as ever this year, the desire to make a true gift was withdrawn along with colored tassels. And I was moved even though they are increasingly bear and you see less and less. I delegate to the emotional explosions that Sonia is largely my part.
So I find myself contemplating the good fortune to be able to surprise each day in front of a life that is not always easy, but it is always wonderful.
Greetings to everyone, especially those who have not yet figured out what it's worth.
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