I have a daughter who hasn't willingly spoken a kind word to me for a week. This morning, after a service about the Good Samaritan, I stopped for gas and saw a bag of funyons by the cash register -- her favorite.
I bought them and gave them to her. She was quite shocked. But she spoke to me civilly. She thanked me. Showed me Tony's new fish she is caring for. Thanked me again.
And to think, a kind word only cost me 99 cents.
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