” The Bus Stop Corner”

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” An older gentleman setting at the corner waiting for his bus. It is wet, and rainy. He has no coat, hat nor umbrella. A young lady standing not to far beside him. Notice he had not a coat, hat, nor an umbrella. She watched him getting wet. He is a stranger, and she said to herself; (He is a stranger, and I don’t know him.) Her heart said within herself.  He would really like it if he had a coat, hat, and just something to cover him from all that rain. The man looks up at the young lady. And said to her; I’m wet, and cold. I know you don’t know me. But would it be ok if I could stand under your umbrella until the bus come. Suddenly the young lady thought about what he had asked. And she said sure!!  He respond back with a smile and a thank you. As the bus arrived, they both stepped up on to the bus. But before he sat down. He asked the young lady; may I give you a (Free) Hug? The young lady looked with teary eyes, and respond back with a (Yes).  From that day the young lady and the older gentleman stands at the bus corner sharing laughter, and words each time they see one another. It was that ((Hug)) that broke that silence, and brought a connection of friendship between them.

Sister Betty Jo

Scripture: ” When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze, For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.” Isaiah 43:2-3 Amen!! Amen!! 🙂

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