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A HELPING HAND
By Curtis Johnson

As I came out of the men's room I spotted her walking down the hallway.I knew her by sight but had not become well acquainted.As I entered the hall way, she was turning toward the front with what I recall to be some kind of chair.I had always seen her up front near the entry of the church, and she seemed always pleasant and readily made eye contact wheneverI saw her.She was an elderly lady, and my first impulse was to render some assistance.I sensed that she would tire more easily than me by the time she reached the front.When I offered to carry the chair, she immediately obliged and was relieved of an unnecessary weight or burden.I cannot think of any moment with her that was as meaningful as the one just described.
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