Dear Editor,
It was icy cold on Saturday while a gale drove down Howe Sound. So I banged my feet, bounced on my chair and sang (under my breath - to the tune of Jingle Bells:)
Chorus:
Raffle Tickets raffle tickets
Outside General Store,
Oh the pain of sitting here
Congealing ever more.
Verse:
But it is for SKY,
the seniors all who try
To stave off ageing’s memory loss
Incontinence and worse.
A long hour passed. I was cold and my crippled hand in agony when an unknown young Bowen gentleman
(after the couple had bought raffle tickets) came back from his car with two small packets.
“Put one in each glove,” he instructed.
I did. Transformation. Exuberant Joy. Faith in the Season and in Mankind.
Thank you, unknown kind hero.
Bev Rogers
