Be someone’s Mrs. Wolffer
When I was a young child, my home was not a good place to be. My next door neighbor recognized what was needed. She spent countless hours with me, talking about plants and gardens. She complemented me on my better features. She oozed love. She was one of the only adults I ever felt safe around. I realized later what she did for that troubled little kid. Today, I strive to be that person. Unconditional love not bound by blood. Being kind because you can. She changed my life. Be someone’s Mrs. Wolffer. We know not the good we can do or the impact we can make. 💜
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Simply beautiful.
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