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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sandu_ls" data-source="post: 277297" data-attributes="member: 10117">I  walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying  groceries.  I wasn't hungry.  The pain of losing my husband was  still too raw.  And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. He  often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for  something special.  I knew what he was up to.  I'd always spot him  walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. He  knew I loved yellow roses.  With a heart filled with grief, I only  wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was  different since he had passed on.Shopping  for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.  Standing  by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how  he had loved his steak.Suddenly  a woman came beside me.  She was blonde, slim and lovely In a soft  green pantsuit I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones,  dropped them in her basket. hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to  go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.  She saw me watching  her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these  prices, I don't know."I  swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. My  husband passed away eight days ago," I told her Glancing at The package  in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the  steaks."  And cherish every moment you have together." She  shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package  in her basket and wheeled away.I  turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy  products There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy.   A Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream.  If nothing  else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.I  placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the  front.  I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady  coming towards me.  In her arms she carried a package. On her face  was the brightest smile I had ever seen.  I would swear a soft  halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes  holding line.As  she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my  eyes.  "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long  stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will  know these are paid for."  She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on  my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what  the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked  away as tears clouded my vision.I  looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and  found it almost unreal.  How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed  so clear.  I wasn't alone.Oh,  you haven't forgotten me, have you?  I whispered, with tears in my  eyes.  He was still with me, and she was his angel.Every  day be thankful for what you have and who you are.Even  though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord,  that I can hear.  There are many who are deaf.Even  though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible.  Thank you, Lord, that I can see.  Many are blind.Even  though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have  the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. Even  though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is  burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud. Thank you, Lord, for  my family.  There are many who are lonely.Even  though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and  the menu is at times unbalanced. Thank you, Lord, for the food we  have.  There are many who are hungry.Even  though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the  opportunity to work.. There are many who have no job.Even  though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish  my circumstances were not so modest. Thank  you, Lord, for life.</blockquote>

Verification: Haya warak paha keeyada? (haya wadi kireema paha)

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