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The law of the garbage truck.

fonzandcancer blogging to encourage.

Other people.
Good morning, today I want to tell you a story, it this story you must imagine you are in India on Indian roads, surrounded by what some would call crack pots. They seem to have no idea of rules on the road like here in the uk. Everybody rushes to get to work, all seemingly late.
Now whilst the storey I will tell is set in the amazing country we call India. (I have never been personally) I know the people there are friendly, kind and lead simple lives in the main. Surrounded by family that wants to help. They do things very differently but are they happy people? I would say yes. But we are all human so let’s not judge till we have heard the story of the garbage truck.

Law of the Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off…

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I am a mother of 16 children and grandchildren. Some of them are by blood and the rest by heart. I was a foster mom for a few years and the children I cared for during that time have mostly stayed with me through the years. I love to write, read, dance, paint, and play with my animals. I enjoy dressage riding and just being in the barn. My words are my gift, as they allow you to know me as I really am. Thanks for joining me on this ride of life!

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