Moving out of my lovely little office in the Blair Building, tired after six trips up and down. Shakey legs and arms, I imagined how one would have to have strong friends to move places. Then two young men appeared, arms full, helping their friend move in. I pointed to the table blocking the top of the stairs, I hadnt brought it down yet. Want help with that? they asked. Wow. I sure did. Like a feather one guy lifted it and brought it down the 2 dozen fire escape steps as if they were nothing. I also had some canned food for CORA to deliver to the Roadhouse placed on the edge of the bottom steps. ( I manage work in stages.) As they started to pick it up, I said it was for CORA at the Roadhouse across the street. Well take it. And so they did. Is this how the recipients of the Sunday lunch deliveries and visits feel? Still catching my breath from loading my car. Still stunned by the feeling of relief that came with their totally unexpected help. Friends of Office #10 at The Blair Building, thank you! Photo from top of fire escape. And of bush with Xmas balls at bottom.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 23:24:52 +0000
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