PEOPLE ARE LIKE THAT
My friend Stella, driving home from work each day, often noticed an old rocking chair sitting on the front porch of one of the homes that she passed. Sometimes an old man sat there rocking. She thought that it seemed too bad that such a fine old rocker, perhaps an antique, should be exposed to the elements and she wondered if he would be willing to sell it. She had great plans for refinishing it. One day she stopped and asked him if she could buy it. They agreed upon a price and he sold it to her. She took it home and assumed the man would replace it immediately with another chair. Days went by and no chair appeared; no old man sat rocking. Finally she couldn’t stand it any longer. Stella loaded the chair into her car and took it back. She slipped quietly up his steps and sat it once again on his front porch. Then she…
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