In first grade the teacher requested a few grandparents to volunteer for storytelling. Hope, sweet girl, right away raised her hand and offered John and me for the storytelling job!
I declined, but John stepped up with a story of his own, a great story about 6 year old Johnny who was fearful of train tracks and train noise but who loved his grandma's quiet house and the delight of exploring old trunks in the basement. The kids were attentive, laughed and responded in all the right places in the story. Then they clapped at the end.
Sometimes I wonder, What does a man do with himself in retirement?
This man just keeps doing what he loves . . . and I'm grateful.
1 comment:
You declined? How can it be? ;)
Sweet post.
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