Jill and Joe had always taken care of the horses. I was alone. Desperate and exhausted, I rested my forehead on the horse fence and felt Jill's love for them fill me. Soon after, I met Debbie, who agreed to come and care for them twice a day. She did that and more. A cancer survivor, she said I'd be surprised by who is there for me, and who is not. She was so right.
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This brings tears to my eyes. Brava, Debbie!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, those last two sentences hold true in many instances.
Yes. Those last two sentences. Thank you for those.
ReplyDeleteThis is so much nicer to read than your last horse entry.
ReplyDeleteReading this lifted my spirits today -- thank you!
ReplyDeleteMine too...
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