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[title] => A STRANGER'S SMILE
[time] => 2011-10-28 22:13:46
[hometext] => This is a rewrite from the old site.
[bodytext] => I am sitting at the park, in front of the marina in Dunedin, Florida where I was born. I am taking a few minutes out of my busy day to eat a little lunch and watch the squirrels and children play. It’s a peaceful and sunny day, with a mild breeze and the sound of laughter in the air. The trees cast their shadows heavily upon the ground. I sat quietly thinking deeply about everything and nothing. A short gray haired lady just passed in front of me. She was chubby and at least 70 years old. She had an odd shape, but she wore a big smile just the same. She was a truly beautiful sight. The type of person whose inward beauty shines brightly on the outward person, regardless of actual features the normal world turns their eyes away from. It brightened my day to see her walk by, because behind that smile, I’ll just bet, are a lot of hard years. Years spent in bearing and raising children, and hard work without complaint, while also caring for a husband, and housekeeping without pay, and with little thanks. There have probably been a few tears along the way, because of set backs, hard times, lonliness, and only God and she knows what else. Even so, She walked by right in front of me, all alone, yet with a smile on her face as bright as the sun. Oh, could we husbands and sons but learn to appreciate the women in our lives and honor them as they should be honored. They give totally and unselfishly of themselves and ask so little in return. Lets’ love them unconditionally and make sure that they know they are loved, so that if they ever become that woman in the park, Their smile will be just as real and beautiful. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 105 [topic] => 31 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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