I was recalling an anecdote from an old job earlier, and it brought back a flood of memories. I worked as a dining services supervisor for a retirement home outside Reading, PA. I was in charge of the Assisted Living section, which is home to people who need regular nursing attention, but who are still moderately capable of caring for themselves
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I really could never get enough of hearing that woman's love stories. Even though she repeated herself (simply because she didn't remember having told the story already) there was just such a light in her eyes that it was beautiful. It's sad how many people can't appreciate that sort of thing in life; chances to share in someone's love and happiness are far too few, we should relish them when we have the chance.
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