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following letter was forwarded by someone who teaches at a junior high
school in Memphis, Tennessee; the letter was sent to the principal's
office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. This
story is a credit to all humankind. Read it, soak it in, and bask in the
warm feeling that it leaves you with.
Dear Reyer School:
God bless you for the
beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizen's luncheon. I am 84
years old and live at the county home for the aged. All my people are
gone. It's nice to know that someone thinks of me. God bless you for your
kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95 and always had her
own radio, but would never let me listen to it, no matter how often or
politely I asked. The other day her radio fell and broke into a lot of
pieces. It was awful. She was very upset. She then asked if she could
listen to mine, and I said fuck you.
Sincerely,
Edna Johnston |
