To me, work means…
To me, work means giving thanks to a person of the night who visited my father when I was around 11 years old back in the late 1950s. I remember her as a young white lady with the most beautiful red hair and green eyes I had ever seen. My mother had abandoned my brother and I when we were 2 and 3 years old. She took the time to show me stenography.I was so interested in those little lines that could record whatever you were saying. I became a secretarial/stenographer.It is too bad that I will never be able to thank her and wish that women especially the young ones that are lured or abducted could be rescued. Our government needs to do better to help them. Thank you beautiful lady of the night with red and green eyes.
Family, Work, Community