Widows ask, What is my purpose? They want to know. Everyone feels a little lost without someone to serve, a place to contribute, recognition, significance. Everyone feels a little lost without a purpose. Widows are everyones.
Well, yes, widows take soup to a neighbor, care for littlebears, listen to problems. They make an extra call, they pray for extra help, they share an extra... dollar, stamp, blanket. But, they need a purpose.
Widows volunteer for a committee. They step in for a caregiver. They take over in an emergency. They fill a need. But they want to know.
Widows say yes. They say yes again. They say yeses all day. Every day. But, what is their purpose?
They used to be a wife. Some have had children. Some have had a career. -- Purpose. They didn't need to know then.
But now widows host a get-together. Now they scoop littlebears from school. Now they sign up for cleanup. Now they expand a turn-out. Usually by themselves. They need purpose. They want to know.
They this they that.
They here they there.
They make they take.
But, what is my pur...
...pose... I think I know.
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