Dining with friends at Hospice of the Valley's Award
Banquet, bonding and relating vast experiences as one.
Listening to a husband and wife singing, teasing one
another, leaving a joyous feeling upon us all.
Dr. J. stepping up to the podium, thanking and talking
to all the volunteers for their many hours of service.
Beginnings of Hospice related by Jerry, elderly, gentle-
manly, articulate and well-spoken.
Listening to reminiscing of early days with the Dial
corporation, experiments on deodorants, etcetera, etc.
Scanning the room, aware of volunteer's heightened
listening skills, awaiting the beauty as it carefully
unfolded.
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