My sweetie and i are making a jail break next week-- flying to Florida. So i delivered 3 pots of budding tulips last evening--one to a grieving widow, one to a cancer survivor, one to an always-helpful friend. Call me the Flower Chaplain.
A handful of my friends are chaplains, and i've wondered whether i could be one. But i don't have quite the right personality type. No matter.
I can offer the hope of spring to those who are ill, the message of change to those who are grieving.
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