It’s the Little Things That Count

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turned around and saw an incredibly old woman looking at me. She was saying something I could not understand. I went to her and said, “ I am hard of hearing, please say again.” She said, “I want a hug!” I said, “With pleasure,” and I gave her a big sincere hug.Each morning her caregiver pushed her wheelchair into position, then went to get her coffee and a fresh orange.How old is she? The care giver said, “100 years. She was a member of the city council during her active years”.I was impressed, as I gave an extra hug.We continued this morning ro

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utine until the day she did not come to breakfast.Three days went by. I asked the office what happened to her. The staff said “She is gone, passed away in the night. She was a favorite here, we all liked her”.I was saddened. The woman had become part of my life. The morning hug was the perfect way to start my good day. Now she was gone, forever.I hoped my daily embrace was helpful to her in her final days. It served to remind me to be kind and considerate to everyone.We are on this earth a limited time. Don’t leave scars, only contentment.</article></body>

If you make someone happy, you will also be happy.

My first morning at the senior home I went to the dining room, found a seat, looked at the menu, when I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around and saw an incredibly old woman looking at me. She was saying something I could not understand. I went to her and said, “ I am hard of hearing, please say again.” She said, “I want a hug!” I said, “With pleasure,” and I gave her a big sincere hug.

Each morning her caregiver pushed her wheelchair into position, then went to get her coffee and a fresh orange.

How old is she? The care giver said, “100 years. She was a member of the city council during her active years”.

I was impressed, as I gave an extra hug.

We continued this morning routine until the day she did not come to breakfast.

Three days went by. I asked the office what happened to her. The staff said “She is gone, passed away in the night. She was a favorite here, we all liked her”.

I was saddened. The woman had become part of my life. The morning hug was the perfect way to start my good day. Now she was gone, forever.

I hoped my daily embrace was helpful to her in her final days. It served to remind me to be kind and considerate to everyone.

We are on this earth a limited time. Don’t leave scars, only contentment.