Why I Quilt
I do not know how this must have felt everyday to go to work and knowing here was your home with nothing left. The quilt her mother made her prior to her death was lost in the storm she relayed to me today. The quilt I made for her was a wonderful gift. She called me to thank me & tell me how much it meant to her.
You ask me why? Isn't this enough? To know somewhere,somehow I made someones day a little bit brighter.
How about you? Are you willing to reach out and help me to help others? It isn't about money, it is about caring!
1 Comments:
At 2:16 PM, Confessions of a Real-Life Nutjob said…
You know, that was a very nice thing you did, and brava to you for doing it.
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