Sometimes I hold the door open for an older woman and wonder what kind of stories she could tell me if we were having coffee. Would I find myself in the presence of a Corrie ten Boom?
And then I wonder what it takes for an ordinary life to become extra-ordinary. At what point does our story evolve? How many little things does it take to add up to one big life?
Ask an older person to tell you a story and then listen. Their words are like buckets of gold.
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