A Strangers kindness By James Lynch November 2012
I did not recognize whom it was that knocked on my door.
I wallowed my way across the floor.
This person did not know me but was so kind.
Can anyone really be nice I must be out of my mind?
This person was a stranger and at this point no friend of mine.
“Well, my name is _; What’s yours? To be friends is about time?”
Thank you for all your support given to me without anger.
Just think… All this good cheer from the “Kindness of a Stranger
