Mary Ellen “Angel Scribe”
Oregon
The first time I realized that there was more to the world and that mystery, magic, and miracles existed was when my grandmother Anne Woods shared her personal true experience.
Each morning, as Grandma walked to the trolley car on her way to work, she would exchange greetings with Mrs. Carmichael over the garden fence. Their friendship started casually this way. And on Grandma's return trip from work, while Mrs. Carmichael was lovingly tending her garden's flowers, they would chat again.
As the flowers bloomed, so did their friendship.
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