A quote: “Remember there’s no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end.” ~~ Scott Adams

I’ll start with a story …

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I stood on Miss Ruthie’s porch holding a bag of peaches and a large slice of momma’s butter crumb coffeecake wrapped in waxed paper, wondering how I was going to knock on the door.

“Child, don’t just stand there the door is open. Just push.”

I put my shoulder to it and the door swung in, easy peasy. I stepped into cool shadows after the bright outside, stopping to let my eyes adjust.
I looked to my right, into the parlor, to see Miss Ruthie – hair a cloud of white hair over a pink scalp, a scarf of red roses tied at her neck. She held out her hands in welcome, “well step on in. You’re Stephie, right? MaryAnn’s little sister?”

“Yes, ma’am. Momma thought best I start visiting you afternoons now.”

Ruthie’s laugh shocked me. It was full, hearty and seemed more apt to one of daddy’s trucker friends, not this fragile bird woman.

“I don’t like tellin’ stories outside of school, Stephie, but your sister was one pain in my … side. Now pick your jaw up off the floor, I know you think the same. Come on, child. Let’s make tea and I’ll split that coffeecake with you.”

I got the feeling right then and there I had me a new friend.

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Now it’s your turn.
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