Let’s talk about race relations. Let’s talk about love between ourselves and our fellow travelers.
A few days ago when my husband and I ventured forth to our favorite restaurant, a most pleasant young man opened the door for us and we began to chat. When we explained that we were celebrating our 73rd wedding anniversary, his face lit up and he said that he thought his 24 years was a long time.
We each made our way to our designated tables, with him offering his congratulations. After enjoying a fine lunch, we asked for our check. The waitress smiled and said, “Your lunch was paid for by the man with whom you were conversing when you came in.”
I hope they read this letter and are made aware of how grateful we are for their kindness and generosity.
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This is a prime example of the kindness that permeates this community. Race is not a factor; instead, a random act of kindness is part of their lifestyle. We see it every day with younger people helping the elderly. God bless each of you who lend a hand. We have been so blessed, hardly able to believe that we have lived this long.
Maura and Clyde Graven