by _Lynn_
Well, there you go, inspiring me to go out and be a do-gooder. ;) Great story, Lynn.
Very, very good Lynn. I also tear up thinking of my Mom who passed 47 years ago. Some things you never forget. Thank you. Jim
I finished your story with tears in my eyes. You are a talented writer. Thank you for writing and sharing such a beautifully crafted and compassionate story. As I read your story, I was reminded of an exchange between two characters from one of my favorite films, Coppola’s THE CONVERSATION:
[Ann sees a homeless man on a park bench]
Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.
Mark: What do you think?
Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?
I will definitely be reading your other stories. I love discovering new authors.
Merry Christmas!
A nice tale about the true meaning of the holidays. Good Job Lynn.
A nice reminder of the way things be. And I can understand - almost homeless once my self but a friend took me in until I could get back to taking care of myself. An unpleasant experience but made better through friendship.
Nice story well writte,
Rugrat60
And I mean in the best possible way...and literally.
Your story DID give me goose bumps.
Good job. God bless.
to Natsha,,Nicola & Verity,,my 3 wonderful girls I lost 20 years ago
through my own fault
Dad JR
who was taken by lies . . . I love you. Merry Christmas baby to you & Gabriel.
The story is good but should have more than one chapter. Did she find the group and her mother?
I belong to a church group and we go out on Sundays and feed the homeless. We are trying to make a difference