Bennet Cerf relates this touching story about a bus that was bumping aling a back road in the South.
In one seat a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again to the man's flowers. The tome came for the old men to get off. Impulsively he thrust the fliwers into the girl's lap. "I can see you love my flowers," he explained, "and I think my wife would like for you to have them. I'll tell her I gave them to you." The girl accepted the flowers, then watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetry.
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