A total surprise at work today. I'm manning a window cashing countless tickets from the Kentucky Derby. An elderly woman came up and I could see something was wrong. She had a winning ticket and I asked her if she had a good day yesterday. She started to cry when she told me how sad she was that the second place finishing horse died and she had just buried her son. This lady continued by telling me she had suffered through six deaths in a relatively short amount of time.
I was stunned. I offered her some tissues and as I paid her her winnings, I made sure she put it safely away in her pocketbook. I told her God isn't finished with her and offered my sincere condolences of the loss of her son. I was afraid to engage her in further conversation. I wished her well and told her to take care of herself.
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