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10/04/2018
While I was evacuating from Hurricane Florence for the second time, I was driving along the empty highway, which was about to be closed due to flooding. My golden retriever and I were in the car listening to you. That was the day you asked men to call in and tell what it meant to carry their wives over the threshold. Tears came to my eyes as I remembered my husband doing just that.
I'm a widow now, at 61. My husband died of pancreatic cancer last Thanksgiving Day. The following January, there was an ice storm. I needed to go to the grocery store, so I drove there, and got out, only to notice a big ice-covered area I had to cross. I stood there, just staring. My husband always held my hand to keep me safe. Suddenly, I felt very alone and lonely. That was my first winter without my husband of 32 years. The ice was bad, so I turned to get back into my car. Suddenly, a young man said, "Excuse me, may I help you?" He offered me his arm and made sure I got safely inside. As I was leaving, he was there again, offering his arm. It was so nice to meet a gentleman, not a namby-pamby snowflake just when I needed him. I think he'll carry HIS wife over the threshold one day!
Debbie
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