A Trail of Contrasts
My present thoughts take me to a distant past that reveals from my busied mind a trail of contrasts. There were three ladies, and I knew them during my early childhood. There was a lady whose name I never knew, but I shall call her Miss MAYBELL. Her demeanor befitted one truly 'holier than thou'. Another lady from my distant past whose name was RENA, and whose
conduct and expressions portrayed her as also 'holier than thou'. Moreover, RENA was flavored with human personality that gave clues that she was indeed a troubled soul, self-centered, and believed that others owed her three hots and a cot in addition to all the free passes she could muster.
What seemed troubling is that I never saw either MAYBELL or RENA smile or laugh. On the contrary, they seemed always angry, and one did not easily place them in the same sentence with the word love. I knew not a friend they ever had, and I suspect if they had enemies, it was of their own creation. Although from him they never learned to love, the only source 0f noble substance that I gained from MAYBELL and RENA is that they had a strong belief in God.
And then there was MARY, out of whose mouth I never heard any mention of God, whether good, bad, or non-existent. But I hasten to say that MARY was most dear and unpretentious. MARY had a heart of love and laughter. My thoughts of MAYBELL and RENA bring nothing of a redeeming value. On the contrary, every thought of MARY brings smiles and inspiration.
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