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Personal Narrative: Stranger Generosity
Stranger Generosity...This morning I was sitting at the doctor's office waiting room. Struck up a conversation with a lady who had brought her mom in for some tests. We started chatting and the conversation led to running in marathons. I proceeded to tell her I was signed-up for the Avon 39 miles Walk in DC next month, however I wasn't too good at raising money. Without hesitation she pulled out a $20 bill and said put this towards your fund raising. Needless to say, I was very surprised and shocked a stranger would be so generous, BTW, her first name is Julie. I did get her full name and email address to thank her. Julie's generosity triggered me to send this note and ask you if you could assist in any monetary way, I would greatly appreciate
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