They call me the Candy Lady

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I got sick in a trash can on my way to work but I feel better and got a banana down.

 

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Still pretty miserable but working for the Lord.

I am fine paying a physical price to share the Gospel. My preferred grocery store, near my house, is wonderful but the sweet potatoes are so huge I need an axe to cut them up!

My store has nice small to medium sizes so I got a few dollars worth before work.

 

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I knew it was bad when my bus pulled up and he said "Heather I need you to pray RIGHT NOW. TERRIBLE ACCIDENT."

This is the third fatality where I showed up with my kit. I handed everything to a friend who was getting off at the location and instructed him to give it all to the first (first responder) he saw. He agreed.

I didn't see it I made a point not to look. My driver was shook enough I encouraged him to reach out to the employee assistance program.

 

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A young person died. I can't share some of the details.

One thing I'm realizing: a lot of terrible things are not even making it to the media these days.

I had a brimming sack of candy when I left. My poor second driver was eating it all the way to work.

I also brought all my first responder tracts.