<< It wasn't a picture. It was a framed square of cardboard
and across the top, in Molly's spidery writing, I read: "My
three favorite men"
Underneath, gummed to that cardboard, were these three pho-
tographs in a row. There was Sir Charles Armitage, John
Wayne...and me>>
"Every Living Thing" by James Herriot.
this little thing made me cry.
for the fact that Herriot, after his efforts became loved
even after he condemned himself.
imagine being cherished in the same way
Kindness goes a long way...though i would say it never happens to me...
haha...better later than now, in this sense...lol
Love James Herriot and his veterinary stories.
they invoke an eventful life.
they invoke LIFE, in dreary old me.
exploits, country life.
I know, I know, stories are as fantastic as your imagination.
maybe mine is a little too overactive.
:(
if only money was never the issue.
