Thirty-six years ago a woman befriended me. We had never met before I called her on the phone with a crazy request. “Could you help me improve my photography skills?” The owner of the local photo lab had given me her number because she was the best photographer in our area and known to be…
Tag: paying it forward
Ripples
Husband and I stood dumbfounded in the vestibule of a little country church a few days ago. We were staring drop-jawed at a friendly man about our age. Having just met him, Husband had engaged him in conversation. “Where did you grow up?” asked Husband. “Cottage Grove,” the man answered. “Oh, ok. I grew up…