Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

You know, Lord, good deeds DO happen. Monday at the Post Office, an older chap was limping with a cane headed to the door, a young guy came in, held the door for the older man, asked him if he needed any help. The older man paused, looked at the young guy, smiled, thanked him for holding the door, and said he was doing OK, a lot better than he was ‘last week’. The younger guy watched to see that the older chap got to his car; when around the corner came a gal with a baby in her arms and a package to mail. She was struggling a bit with her arms full; the young guy open...