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����������� As I was sitting in the busy waiting room, in walked a fragile-looking, mite of a lady who really captured my attention.� From the way she carried herself to the desolate look in her eyes she showed a life filled with more hardships than her fair share.� Her whole persona was made up of sadness and heartache. |
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����������� The delicate posture that scooted the tiny lady into the room was so frail and badly bent.� It seemed to struggle even under the weight of her, although she did not appear to weigh more than seventy-five pounds.� Instead of walking, she shuffled in a manner that didn't require lifting her small feet off of the floor.� She stared at the floor as she shifted across the room and did not look to acknowledge anyone around her.� �������������� |
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����������� The wee lady sat down in a lonely seat furthest from everyone else and remained silent.� Once she was seated, and I was able to get a better look at her, she appeared even more troubled than I had first perceived.� She sat motionless, her legs crossed and her head tilted back as if the sun was shining on her.� The countenance upon her face, however, did not reflect any sunshine.� Her dark eyes were closed tight and she wore a frown that looked as if it could never be turned upright again.� The trails covering her face symbolized all the places she had been and the many winding paths she took. |
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����������� The whole time I sat there, I wondered who this lady was and where she came from.� Did she have any children?� If so, where were they?� Shouldn't they be here, filling the lonely space next to her?� She looked so depressed, like she had the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders.� I could not stop thinking that she must have had a really tough life.� I could not help but feel sorrow for her. |
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