I didn’t want to be ordinary,” I mumbled.My mother looked up. “What ordinary, Charley?””You know. Someone you forget.”From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,”That’s what keeps me from being forgotten.

I didn’t want to be ordinary,” I mumbled.My mother looked up. “What ordinary, Charley?””You know. Someone you forget.”From the other room came the squeals of children. Miss Thelma turned her chin to the sound. She smiled,”That’s what keeps me from being forgotten.

– Mitch Albom –

For One More Day

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