A couple of days ago I took a taxi down town, it dropped me off at the curb of the building where I had a meeting regarding money matters. I stepped out of the taxi on to the road. I am 93 years old and have to step up to the sidewalk. A simple task, not to me. I thought I'd have to ask the taxi driver to assist me to step up
Two young men were walking along. One came right over to me, he slid his arm under mine and lifted me up on to the sidewalk and without a word joind his friend. I thanked him! I weigh 133 lbs.yet it seemed like nothing to to him.. I was impressed by his kindness. He and his friend wore long sleeved, plae blue shirts and jeans.
Were they off duty police officers? Fire fighters? Soldiers? Did the young man have a grandmother? Or was he used to rescuing people?
I wrote my story to my family living in various parts of Canada and England. My niece, Allison, said I had made her day. The young man made my day for sure. I felt wonderful for the rest of the day,
I have been backsliding to-day and really must get back to writing another Lady Mary story.
Do purchase my romance novels. A VERY DIFFICULT MAN. ISABELLE'S DIARY. ISABELLE'S STORY. RING AROUND THE MOON AND TOO YOUNG TO DIE. They are a bargain as e-books.
Anita
www.anitabirt.com
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