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  1. This is such a heart warming story. These children will never forget their experiences and sharing their love with the elderly and how the visits much have warmed the hearts of the elderly. I love this!

  2. As a child I did not know what to say to ‘old’ people I guess it was because we immigrated to a far country and after the age of 4 I never saw my grandparents again. Now that I can be counted among the ‘old’ I love the hugs the children share and the innocence of their chatter.

  3. I recently started visiting the nursing home in my community. I believe with all of my heart that God has lead me to this place. I really enjoy visiting with the residents. I want to share Jesus with them by just simply being their friend. Each time I visit with them, I come away from the nursing home feeling so blessed and uplifted. I go there to be used by God and each time I receive a blessing as well. I heard the Holy Spirit say to me, your presence is a blessing to both the residents and the staff. I love being used by God.

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At a camp meeting 40 years later, I happened to see Dr. I. demonstrating some kind of health product, if I remember correctly. (In my mind, I see only the image of him, much older, but still looking much like he did when I was a student, with a friend by my side.) I lingered a little but did not introduce myself. I briefly wondered whether he recognized me. I’m fairly sure that I was as recognizable to him as he was to me.

Had he changed? Or did he still feel superior in his “humility”? Should I talk to him? I didn’t know how to approach him, and was busy with friends. I still don’t know whether I should have said something. (Maybe I’m just a coward.)

If God wants him to see my story, his and my identity are clear enough in this post, that God can direct him to it.