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The miracle of the unexpected kindness of a stranger, warranted or unwarranted, can restore, even to the wary, distrustful soul, faith, but to a desiringly hopeful soul, it is manna. At 7:15 AM on that particular brisk, September Sunday on which Quincy was born, Mrs. Roland was walking to a house sale with a quest. Upon arriving at her destination, she was met by an elderly woman and three small children. The children were apparently helping the woman place knickknacks on the already very cluttered table and stick adhesive price tags onto the items. “I want to write the prices, Grandma!” whined one little boy. Mrs. Roland was the first customer; she was made aware of that fact by the squeal of the grandchildren, “Look a customer — our first customer, Ma Ma, our first customer!” The mother, just stepping out of the front door with some final items, saw Mrs. Roland approaching and was already nodding a good morning to her customer and motioning to Mrs. Roland to feel free to look around. |
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