The sweet woman who brought me to FHU 11 years ago died at
her home yesterday after a long fight with cancer. She was all I could think about on this
morning's walk. Rumor has it that she
used to jog in her neighborhood, carrying a trash bag. When she saw litter (which was seemingly
everywhere she turned), she'd stop & pick it up. Couldn't leave well enough alone. Bless her.
In her memory today, I carried my own trash bag (a Wal-Mart bag) &
decided to snag every piece of litter I encountered. The haul included a piece of styrofoam, a
church bulletin, and a zipper. Thank
you, Hope, for not being too proud to run through our town, looking like a bag
lady. Monday, March 11, 2013
In Memory...
The sweet woman who brought me to FHU 11 years ago died at
her home yesterday after a long fight with cancer. She was all I could think about on this
morning's walk. Rumor has it that she
used to jog in her neighborhood, carrying a trash bag. When she saw litter (which was seemingly
everywhere she turned), she'd stop & pick it up. Couldn't leave well enough alone. Bless her.
In her memory today, I carried my own trash bag (a Wal-Mart bag) &
decided to snag every piece of litter I encountered. The haul included a piece of styrofoam, a
church bulletin, and a zipper. Thank
you, Hope, for not being too proud to run through our town, looking like a bag
lady. 
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