Letter: Why we do what we do

Letter: Why we do what we do

Malea Moore Guiriba
Pie in the Sky
Hastings, Florida

Dear Editor:

When I stopped by Mrs. Dewitt’s house on Wednesday, I am not sure who was happier; the look on her face when she saw me through the screen door was warm and welcoming. I know I was smiling just as big as I could when I saw her come through that door.

We hugged, Mrs. Dewitt is a good hugger. I told her how much we all missed her and how it takes four people to fill in at her station.

She laughed and then she hugged me again and to my surprise, she began to cry, ever so softly into my shoulder. I squeezed her tightly, patting her small frame gently on the back, telling her it was going to be alright.

Through her tears, she said, “I don’t want to be sick.”

I was so touched by her vulnerability and that she shared her fear with me. I was honored to offer her my shoulder and my friendship.

I am happy to report that I talked to her just a bit ago and she is feeling much better and seems to be on the mend.

“I miss you all so much,” she said.
“We miss you, too Mrs. Dewitt, ” I told her. “Hurry back.”

Thank you, Mrs. Dewitt for letting us be a part of your life. This is why we do what we do.