November 9, 2012
In the spring of 1983 while reading the Sunday paper, I ran across a poem that touched me. It was a poem that was appropriate for a funeral. I proceeded to cut out the poem and save it. This seemed strange to me, so I thought "Why am I saving this poem." I heard a voice say "It is for Mom's funeral." My mom passed away the following fall. I had the poem read at the service.
Hi, My name is Linda. I have had many different types of experiences. I am trying to figure out what my gifts are and how I can best help others.
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