She sat on the wooden stool there on the dusty ground. Making stitch after stitch with needle and thread, she mended a pair of old woolen socks. There was only a couple of shillings in it for her.
Two shillings was not enough to cover her time. But she didn't mind. That wasn't important. The money wasn't that important. The service meant more to her. She mended garments because she loved doing it. It was her hobby.
Even in her advanced years, with good eyesight for someone in the late seventies, she still had the same opinion about money. It wasn't that important.
Like everyone else, she needed things to make her life comfortable; but her feelings about monetary gain never wavered.
She was well loved by her children and grand children. They often gave her gifts, and she would hesitantly accept the them.
More and more garments kept coming, and she would cheerfully mend them.
Eventually her neighbors took heart and built her a house to replace the old shack where she lived. She was thankful for the help, but she thought it was not necessary.
They brought her a sewing machine and she joyfully put it to use. And the garments kept piling in.
As the weeks and months rolled by she seemed to become more and more youthful in appearance. There was a face without blemish and a quickness in the step.
But she never lived long enough to reap the benefits of her continual giving. Though she will forever remain nameless, she passed a thriving business as a legacy for her children and grandchildren.
The more she gave, the more she received. http://mlmsolidsecrets.com/
Two shillings was not enough to cover her time. But she didn't mind. That wasn't important. The money wasn't that important. The service meant more to her. She mended garments because she loved doing it. It was her hobby.
Even in her advanced years, with good eyesight for someone in the late seventies, she still had the same opinion about money. It wasn't that important.
Like everyone else, she needed things to make her life comfortable; but her feelings about monetary gain never wavered.
She was well loved by her children and grand children. They often gave her gifts, and she would hesitantly accept the them.
More and more garments kept coming, and she would cheerfully mend them.
Eventually her neighbors took heart and built her a house to replace the old shack where she lived. She was thankful for the help, but she thought it was not necessary.
They brought her a sewing machine and she joyfully put it to use. And the garments kept piling in.
As the weeks and months rolled by she seemed to become more and more youthful in appearance. There was a face without blemish and a quickness in the step.
But she never lived long enough to reap the benefits of her continual giving. Though she will forever remain nameless, she passed a thriving business as a legacy for her children and grandchildren.
The more she gave, the more she received. http://mlmsolidsecrets.com/
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