Wednesday, January 09, 2002
On the way to work this morning, out in the middle of the street, key in hand.
A car drives by, stops. The window rolls down, a friendly face peeks out.
"Are you the singer at St. Helen's?" she asks. [I am.]
"I think you're great! I just love to hear you sing!"
I flung out my arms wide and thanked her for making my day.
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