the little boy who lives next door (7-8 years old) came over to me while I was outside in my yard (glorious day and it was SO nice to be out there) and asked me, like a lil gentleman, how my shoulder was doing. He has been my neighbor for 3 years. I have watched him move from post toddler stages to actual child age.
I showed him my scar and demonstrated what range of mobility I have right now. He asked me quite a few questions and we chatted about all my surgeries on this shoulder. As he left, he turned and said to me, "if you ever need anything, Ma'am, I would be glad to help you. I like you. You have nice dogs." LOL.
I love kids. They keep it very simple....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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