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idea in my head, a story ...

My Grandma, Grandma Wanda, was a very good woman. Colorful, strong, character, and also sensitive to human misery. I will not describe in detail how to help during the darkest night, above the Stalinist Order of Don Orione. Let me give just one example. We lived in the village of Sommerfeld, (now Lubsko) in which the grandmother was a respected Doctor's wife - that Ms. doctors. That said, for her people. And that your doctor's heard that a woman has financial problems. WAS sweltering summer and Grandma wrapped present 500 PLN equivalent of a stone, wrapped a rubber band and put this woman through the open window. I know because the whole "action" took me - the granddaughter with him. This house still standing on the street the twentieth anniversary of the communist era. Then this woman walked around the town and told me that she prayed to the Blessed Virgin and the miracle happened! And come tell us rozemocjonowana neighbor, "Ms. doktorowo - a miracle! .."
A grandmother heard, and only smiled, because the belief was rather an atheist. Yes, Or is there some higher power, but "how to own something you do not do it properly will not be done, and so ... Besides, after what Jezusikowi d.. turn back .. "I remember when Grandma
did this" miracle "came to my grandfather, and asked" and where the money "and the grandmother said" Felutek, others need more ... "My grandfather just sighed, then sat at the evening 'Kawka and playing cards .. While we were those times when the super-modern TV Orion Delta, but Grandma thought for the entertainment television plebeian. Ot time, Thursday's Cobra, a match and much ...

Many years passed. Grandma would have been in heaven, which they do not really believe ... But I

japiszonem and I was working in a large Western corporation. It was cold winter. I parked the car business and went to a restaurant Fridays. They gave a big tasty there very well done steaks. After working for a good 20 to go with friends on a late lunch than it resembles a dinner. Lots of good food, and energy companies. Then I remembered that on the seat of the car left the wallet and phone. I ran the same shirt just for parking, and only a corner of my eye I noticed that the bodyguard thrown from the vestibule pub old woman who wanted to get warm in a stream of hot air from the so-called air curtain. I pointed this out, because the old woman was the archetype of the rural old woman. Not the city, but just in rural areas. Humble woman in a colorful scarf. A woman who takes each event as a visitation of God.
When I was a woman in a headscarf is disappearing into the darkness and snow blizzard. I caught up with her in the same shirt, blurted out the portfolio of all the coins I had, because I only had a dime, I opened her hand and poured.
woman in a sling, folded his hands and said: "Ooooo, Grandma Wanda? True ?...." Then she smiled warmly and disappeared in the darkness ... I stood there a minute and laid on .... This story comes back to me once when, inevitably arousing strong emotions.

Sometimes fate gives us a simple character ... Once I probably understand it ..