She posted a funny FB story yesterday that touched my generally cynical but just then "soft side." It was about her being complimented by an older man, which she totally deserved, but who was obviously making a geriatric move. She politely declined his offer, being the sweet person that makes her Rhonda. Rhonda was very gracious to him, and while I wish I'd have done the same, I probably just would've bitched about always getting hit on by the oldest and/or stinkiest dude around. That's the truth, btw. He was always either ancient or putrid -- even in Ireland.
A friend of hers suggested -- much like I do with thanks, my friend to "tell people nice things like that" as we never know when life will end and shouldn't "miss the opportunity to brighten someone's day." I totally get that! There's no sense in looking back and wishing we would've told someone something when the chance is gone.
So my thanks go to Rhonda for guiding us to a home that has made life comfortable in a sometimes foreign place and for her personal touch in doing so. I'm glad we've stayed in touch online, because she's a genuinely delightful person and a strong, independent woman. That looks lovely on a lady!
Life is short, and we meet relatively few great people while we're living it. Don't wish you coulda/woulda/shoulda said something nice to someone when you think of it instead of remembering with regret later!
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