when mr. harold moved into my old neighbourhood, he had just retired from a life of work. it was so exciting to see him set up his garden. we delivered slips for him to plant and couldn't wait for him to reap the benefits. he was so thrilled.
shortly after, mr. harold suffered a stroke. we prayed, and watched as he transitioned from hospice right back into his own living room. recently, while on holiday, we visited mr. harold. we sat down and listened as he told us stories in his strong jamaican accent. he laughed and laughed as he told us how his wife, who cannot drive, went to move the van out of the garage to make room for his wheelchair to pass but instead drove right through the living room wall. unable to run to safety, he just sat in his chair and prayed. fortunately, the wall stopped the van and mr. harold lives to see another day. oral tradition is so wonderful.
mr. harold enjoys every day of life he is blessed with in spite of his circumstances. i admire that.
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