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Linda Parkinson-Hardman's avatar

Her smile was as wide as the moon, her hug was as warm as the sun. It is said, that where she walked it was impossible not to feel uplifted simply by her very beingness. All who came into contact with her were changed, most without realising were kinder, gentler, nicer; their friends and relatives commented so, but they themselves didn't see it, for this was as they had always been so they thought.

She is the saint of good thoughts, of living life happy with what is, of being at peace in the world. She is the hope for humanity as it arises in all of us; so she is all our saints and none.

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Sue Charles-Hendy's avatar

Steady of hand and heart, too shy and mute to crow, only a lanyard to identify (too far away to read).

'You saved my life!'

'That's my job.'

'Thank you so much.'

And the next bed waited, momentarily, while notes were scribbled.

And the while, a brush quietly sweeps dust ushered in on busy feet.

Why is a saint so everyday? Why does the everyday offer so many opportunities for sainthood, yet so few applicants go noticed? For they are all around; everyday people, everyday opportunities, everyday events. And me? I just give them opportunity to practise.

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