Joyce Ann Simms
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One day I was walking and talking to myself, as I was walking I found
myself to be talking aloud, because everyone else was staring and listening.
But I noticed in particular this one rigid old lady who had a strange discouraging look
upon her face. At this time I put aside my own feelings only to stop and honor
hers. I asked, why look so sad? She replied as tears began to roll from her eyes,
Ms. I just wanted to hear a voice besides my own, to hear a heart of few saying,