Yesterday, I posted this picture and caption on Facebook:
I start crying and look who comes running to check on me. I swear they know things. And for the record, I’m watching the ESPN documentary on Sheryl Swoopes, a pioneer in so many ways.
Today, one person called and asked, “Why are you crying?”
Now that, folks, is someone who cares about me and how I’m doing – someone who asks questions, listens and loves me no matter what the answers are. The call wasn’t necessary, but it was a gesture I won’t soon forget.
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