Letters to the Editor
One Sunday morning, a little while ago, I noticed a woman I hadn't seen before and went to welcome her at the end of the service. I learned her name was Wendy, and I recognized her last name, McGenerty, from a church we attended in the early 1970s. It turned out that we had known part of her extended family. Wendy became a regular attendee and plunged into the church's life. She found ways to share her gifts as she loves sending handwritten cards or calling people who need encouragement. She found her niche so effectively that she became someone you never knew you missed until she showed up! Wendy's heart beats with gratitude, compassion, and courage that rises above challenging circumstances. Soon, Wendy and I discovered that we were both 1950 models and born within ten days of one another in June of that year, although separated by the Atlantic Ocean. Our physical proximity diminished when I came to Canada in 1969 as a 19-year-old new bride. I left behind my family, ...
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Dave
My first adventure with Molson went off with very few eventful details. There was the small matter of negotiating an elevator ride but that was made up for by the biggest dog treat handed to Molson by the kindest, most gentle senior's hand. He did very well his first visit with one lady asking me what he thought of old people. "I hope he doesn't mind us touching him" she said seeming to hope that I would put her mind at ease. I assured her that indeed he only cared if she was kind and that obviously she must be because he approved as evidenced by the fact that he was letting her pet him endlessly. We had such a great time. I say we but it was clearly all about HIM! One person after another telling me about their dogs and one lady exclaiming, " Look after him. He'll be the best friend you've ever had!" I assured her I would and let her know that I would see her next week so she could inspect whether I was caring for him adequately! That was the touch stone for everyone. The hope of the next visit. "I'll see you next week" I would say in expectation. "See you next week" was the constant hopeful reply emphasizing to me the importance of a little fur, some tail wagging and a whole lot of love!
(posted by Belinda for Brenda)