I met him in Queens outside a bodega. I had a plane to catch and was looking for someone to bless with my subway pass. Chris thanked me with a 99-cent bottle of vodka. Recently 50, I felt like a rebel standing outside drinking with an 80-something-year-old man. We laughed about random stuff, then exchanged numbers. He asked to marry me and I said yes. I went home to Ohio and haven’t seen him since, but we keep in touch. Chris still says he loves me, and I say it back. I mean it. His wise spirit inspires mine. — Franki Kidd
Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…
Real Life of an MSW 
What a lovely story.
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I too found it a beautiful story of kindness, friendship, and communication worth resharing. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Love takes many shapes and forms. Here it is expressed by caring and keeping in touch. Valuing each other.
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Well said! Love embraces us in many ways. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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You’re welcome!
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