Someone who teaches at a Middle School in Safety
Harbor, Florida forwarded the following letter. The
letter was sent to the principal's office after the
school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly.
This story is a credit to all human kind. Read it and
forward it to all those who could use a lift. It's a
Dear Safety Harbor Middle School:
God blesses you for the beautiful radio I won at your
recent senior citizen's luncheon. I am 84 years old
and live at the Safety Harbor Assisted Home for the
Aged. All of my family has passed away.
It's nice to know that someone really thinks of me.
God blesses you for your kindness to an old, forgotten
My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio, but
would never let me listen to it, even when she was
napping. The other day her radio fell off the night
stand and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful
and she was in tears.
She asked if she could listen to mine, and I said fuck