when I worked at Bene I would peek my head through the door of the support group, when it was in the old offices. And there would be Ellen.
"Ellen is always to me a wave of a hand brushing my heart. As heavy as it may be. I can always count on Ellen to brush away the troubled moment. A smile, a joke, a deed, always ready to be there. Never, never doubt the purpose of your existence.
Some can do, some cannot. Some can speak, some cannot. Some can give, some cannot. You are the sum of doing the deed that others cannot, value is the sum of the rewards thereof."
Much blessings, and so it will be.
Love and Peace,
Your friend, Phyllis
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