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In Her Shoes

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After my mother died I went through her stuff...  Her clothes, her jewelry, her photos, and her shoes, well her one pair of shoes... She had those shoes since she was 13... She never owned another pair since... Growing up in Mexico for her was hard... That's why she came to America... So it wouldn't have been so hard for us... Her mother couldn't give her everything but they got by on what they had... Looking at these shoes I have to wonder how many miles they've endured, how many people they've passed on the streets, how many times they were tied and untied, and how much love and care my mother had given to this one pair of shoes she ever owned...All Rights Reserved

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Penny

Never before had the young woman been allowed to see the family she'd left behind. All she wanted was to let them know she was safe and being well cared for. Today was going to be her first contact. She walked down the aisle of the near empty church towards the man praying at the front pew. She thought of all the things she wanted to say to him. That she loved him. That she was living in a beautiful place among kind people. When she arrived at her father's side she was shocked to see how frail he had become. She reached out to hold his hand, and then gasped as her hand passed through his. Then she remembered that people living on Earth could not perceive her presence, and she wept. A lady took the young woman's hand, and said softly, "That's enough for today. Let's go home."