Eugenia, a woman who lived all her life in the hill country of West Virginia, made her first trip to a big city at the age of 70. When she arrived she got her first look at the skyscrapers, she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was like a dream- a wondrous magical fairyland. Her friend Hattie met her in the lobby of a big hotel and after Eugenia had been registered, the two women stood in front the elevator with shiny, brass sliding doors. Eugenia watched in amazement as the magical doors parted, revealing a compartment lined with mirrors. She trembled as she watched a tired old man who must have been in his 80’s shuffle into the compartment. She wondered what was happening to him as she watched the lights over the door blinking on and off: one…two…three…four…five. Then the blinking stopped. But soon it began again: five…four…three...two…one.
And once again those magical doors opened and out came a young man with a spring in his step and the look of a GQ model. Eugenia seemed both awestruck and delighted at what she had jus seen. Then she clapped her hands with glee and whispered to Hattie, “I’m gonna bring my husband here and put him in that magical box.”
Idea: Would it not be wonderful if we loved so deeply that we always thought of that person?
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