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By C D Swanson
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Eleanor, a retired English professor, was known for her eloquence and grace. Her vocabulary was vast, and her words were always carefully chosen. She had a heart of gold and was always ready to lend a helping hand. In fact, she was the closest thing to purity you could find on earth. Harold, on the other hand, was a grumpy old man with a sharp tongue. He had spent most of his life working as a mechanic and had little patience for what he called “fancy talk.”
One sunny afternoon, Eleanor was sitting in the garden, reading a book, when Harold approached her.
“Hey, Whitmore, what are you reading now? Another one of those highfalutin novels?” Harold sneered.
Eleanor looked up and smiled warmly. “Good afternoon, Harold. I’m reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a classic, you know.” Her faded blue eyes twinkled with mirth as she waited for his response.
“Classic, shmastic. I don’t see the point in reading about people who lived centuries ago,” Harold grumbled as he sat down on the bench beside her.
Eleanor chuckled softly. “Well, Harold, literature has a way of transcending time. It allows us to explore the human condition, to understand ourselves and others better. It’s like an inner door to the soul if you will.”
Harold rolled his eyes. “You and your big words. Why can’t you just say it helps us get to know people?”
Eleanor’s eyes danced with amusement. “Because, my dear Harold, sometimes the beauty of language lies in its complexity.”
Despite their differences, Eleanor and Harold found themselves spending more time together. Eleanor would read aloud to Harold, and he would share stories from his days as a mechanic. They bickered and bantered, but there was a growing respect between them. Although opposites in most all things, their friendship somehow grew into a sea of mutual admiration.
One evening, as they sat in the common room, Harold turned to Eleanor with a serious expression. “Eleanor, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Harold. What is it?” Eleanor replied, setting her book aside.
“Why are you always so nice to me? I mean, I’m not exactly the friendliest person around here.” Harold admitted, his voice softer than usual.
Eleanor offered a quick smile. “Harold, everyone has their own battles to fight. I believe that kindness can be effective, and truly make a difference no matter how small. Besides, I see the good in you, even if you don’t always show it.”
Harold looked down, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You know, Eleanor, I’ve never had anyone believe in me. Not even family.”
Eleanor reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s never too late to change, Harold. We all have the capacity for goodness.”
As the days turned into weeks, Harold’s demeanor began to soften. He began helping other residents, fixing broken items, and offering a listening ear. The staff and residents were astonished at the transformation.
One morning, Eleanor didn’t come down for breakfast. Concerned, Harold went to her room and found her lying in bed, looking pale and weak.
“Eleanor, what’s wrong?” Harold asked, his voice trembling with worry.
“Harold, my dear friend, my time has come. But don’t be sad. You’ve brought so much joy into my life. Our pure friendship was an unexpected gift from above.”
Harold’s eyes filled with tears. “No, Eleanor, you can’t leave me. I need you!”
Eleanor squeezed his hand tenderly. “Harold, you’ve become a better person. You’ve shown kindness and compassion. Promise me you’ll continue to spread that goodness, please promise me.”
Harold nodded, tears streaming down his face. “I promise, Eleanor. I promise.”
Eleanor passed away peacefully that night, leaving behind a legacy of kindness and love. Harold kept his promise, becoming a beacon of hope and compassion at Willow Brook.
Years later, as Harold lay on his deathbed, he whispered, “Thank you, Eleanor. You changed my life.”
And with that, Harold closed his eyes, reuniting with his dear friend in the afterlife. The residents and staff of Willow Brook remembered their unexpected friendship, a testament to the power of kindness and the capacity for change in even the most unlikely of hearts.
"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends - John 15:13"
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Excellent Entry. The tone, content, topic-ality, figures of speech are all good. The splendid message has ministered to my Spirit and soul. Well-done!