We received a special gift from an unknown philanthropist at church. It swept across the farm, touching 22 people, running through homes, leaving children safe in bed beside buckets, being served chicken soup and bananas, calmly in each little home. Across the way, to me it came thence. Here, on the couch, on this rainy February morning lay I sick with a wee bug while the other guys are at work, but me..."my life is good".
Sincerely and sickfully,