1) When I was about 10, our house burned to the ground. It was right after Christmas. Everything was lost. Everything. Mom, dad & we 3 girls had nothing. No one stepped up volunteer help in our neighborhood either.
Dad worked for the post office in the back. Upon learning

2) what had happened, one of the supervisors approached my dad & told him that if her didn& #39;t mind, the supervisor& #39;s family would like to help us out. They had 3 girls about our ages & so they were able to provide clothing, toys & things for us. The supervisor said there were

3) items that mom & dad might need also. In the evening we went to the supervisor& #39;s home & were greeted openly. We were made to feel at home & given warm drinks with a variety of snack items on the table in the large living room. It was a very nice home & filled with warmth. That

4) night after we left, I noticed mom & dad were even a bit cheerful. I will never forget the warm feeling I had that night because I get it every time I think of the African-American family who reached out to help us when no one else did. They are the epitome of

acceptance, love, kindness & giving. I am forever grateful to them & will never forget who cared when no one else did.

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