Today the feeling of gratitude was handed over to me from people in my neighborhood, when raising money for The Danish Cancer Society.
Once again we had the opportunity of knocking on the neighborhood doors, holding these white collection boxes in our hands.
When a door was opened, we were mostly met with warm smiles, generous contributions, a cosy chat, and this year quite often a nice encouragement to my football injured daughter, doing the route by crutches.
And then once in a while, all of the above was followed by a little piece of a personal story.
The person that made the biggest impression today, was a beautiful smiling lady, living approximately 500 meters down my street.
I don't know her, and I've only meet her on these yearly occasions, but I recall her from previous years.
This year while approaching her house, I started to rejoice being met by her charm.
After she'd released her contribution, and her note landed on the pile of coins and notes, already gathered at the bottom of my collection box, I just had to tell her, the impression she's had on me the previous years.
She smiled, and looked me straight in the eyes, and then she shared her appreciation of all the progress that has been made so far within the area of cancer treatments. She had lost her husband to cancer, and she's had cancer herself more than once during the years. Her first time was when she was 72.
"But I am cured now" she said, with a big shining smile that just drags you in.
She was 90 years old, she told me. I would honestly never had guessed. She had obviously had her challenges in life, and still she appeared more vivid than most people half her age.
And then we chatted a bit more about the spring, the neighborhood, and the beautiful view from her house.
A house with lots of steep stairs that were stilled conquered many times each day by this 90 year old lady.
I left her house more than five hours ago, and still it feels as if she's right here next to me.
Once again we had the opportunity of knocking on the neighborhood doors, holding these white collection boxes in our hands.
When a door was opened, we were mostly met with warm smiles, generous contributions, a cosy chat, and this year quite often a nice encouragement to my football injured daughter, doing the route by crutches.
And then once in a while, all of the above was followed by a little piece of a personal story.
The person that made the biggest impression today, was a beautiful smiling lady, living approximately 500 meters down my street.
I don't know her, and I've only meet her on these yearly occasions, but I recall her from previous years.
This year while approaching her house, I started to rejoice being met by her charm.
After she'd released her contribution, and her note landed on the pile of coins and notes, already gathered at the bottom of my collection box, I just had to tell her, the impression she's had on me the previous years.
She smiled, and looked me straight in the eyes, and then she shared her appreciation of all the progress that has been made so far within the area of cancer treatments. She had lost her husband to cancer, and she's had cancer herself more than once during the years. Her first time was when she was 72.
"But I am cured now" she said, with a big shining smile that just drags you in.
She was 90 years old, she told me. I would honestly never had guessed. She had obviously had her challenges in life, and still she appeared more vivid than most people half her age.
And then we chatted a bit more about the spring, the neighborhood, and the beautiful view from her house.
A house with lots of steep stairs that were stilled conquered many times each day by this 90 year old lady.
I left her house more than five hours ago, and still it feels as if she's right here next to me.
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