Saturday, November 01, 2008

Ginny's life's journey in 800 words

My friend Ginny Rorby reveals a bit of how she came to be the compassionate person I know.
I remember her eyes. There was no joy to see me marching toward her. Instead she leaned, picked her huge purse off the floor and put it on the seat next to her. "You can't sit here, Ginny," she said when I was beside her.
It's a timely essay in the St. Petersburg Times.

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