Sometimes What We Need Is A Face And A Name

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This old gal…

Was approached at Market Square…by a woman…holding a stack of papers…asking for a favor…

Recently lost her job…visited the Goodwill Career Center…wrote an essay…would an old gal be willing to read it for her…see if it sounds ok…

Have to admit…this was not the favor one would expect…took the folder she offered…and began to read…

A resume actually…the writing prompts highlighting experience…goals…limitations…

Worked in manufacturing 25 years…built products…assembled toys…most recently…sorted vegetables…imported…from Mexico…

Her goals…a job that pays 16 to 18 an hour…her limitations…lacking certain certifications…the resume was thorough…well written…teacher me…told her so…

They said they were going to make America great again…she said…and now…look at me…

And there it was…right there in the middle of beautiful Market Square…

A face and a name…for the chaos…
A face and a name…for the uncertainty…
A face and a name…for the heartache…

Blue eyed blonde…with a halo of bouncing curls…
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Her name…was Laura…