Grandma's Hands
What a great song by Bill Withers.
This grandmother makes tortillas that she sells from her home. She makes these by hand with the most rudimentary tools. How do I know this? I met her in the process of transferring custody of her two grandsons to her. She has never met them; knows that they have developmental disabilities; knows that they may have trouble fitting in. She took them because they are family. Family trumps everything else that we can think of as an obstacle. They need her and her family. I am glad that I could meet her. I wish there were more people like her in this world.
the periodic thoughts of a middle-aged man who likes to stop and think about life and people and the convergence of the two.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sra. Leonarda
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