Helpful hands, warm heart!
Abigail Jackson, Making Homemade Soup...Just for You!
Ut-oh! It happened again. The grocery store moved its entire inventory. You’ve been circling the floor searching for your favorite brand of crackers for 20 minutes now. Just when you’re about to give up, I turn the corner. List in hand, pushing my cart, I greet you with a great big, friendly grin and a sense of concern. I not only escort you to your destination, I get the out-of-reach box down for you and wish you a terrific day.
I’m everybody’s mommy. Yes, the medicine tastes bad. But if you take it, I’ll read your favorite story to you and massage your scalp while you listen.
Your husband is headed in for surgery. I’m the no non-sense nurse who will hold your hand and play silly faces with your toddler in the waiting room. Anything you need to lighten your load. I got your back sister!
You just moved in next door and are feeling a little overwhelmed. I’m your friendly neighbor that baked you brownies to welcome you to the 'hood. Then I tried to recruit you for my tennis team and invited you over for cocktails,
I'll help you get through senior year. I’m the caring teacher who understands it’s tough. You can eat your lunch in my room, cry on my shoulder and tell me about your dreams. I’m listening.
I know I can’t save the world, but maybe I can brighten your day…just a little.
I’m everybody’s mommy. Yes, the medicine tastes bad. But if you take it, I’ll read your favorite story to you and massage your scalp while you listen.
Your husband is headed in for surgery. I’m the no non-sense nurse who will hold your hand and play silly faces with your toddler in the waiting room. Anything you need to lighten your load. I got your back sister!
You just moved in next door and are feeling a little overwhelmed. I’m your friendly neighbor that baked you brownies to welcome you to the 'hood. Then I tried to recruit you for my tennis team and invited you over for cocktails,
I'll help you get through senior year. I’m the caring teacher who understands it’s tough. You can eat your lunch in my room, cry on my shoulder and tell me about your dreams. I’m listening.
I know I can’t save the world, but maybe I can brighten your day…just a little.