The Woman I Love, by Frank Delaney

When I first met Diane, in the early 1990s, I was impressed by the same things that strike me now: her energy, on all fronts; her friendly, democratic good manners to everyone at every level; her quite remarkable desire to be helpful – in any gathering she’s still at her best (and she will agree with this) if you give her a job to do. Her inventiveness performs like a very expensive car - revving silently, getting to top speed fast, capable of taking every twist and turn with safety; it’s how she runs her business, it’s how she runs her half of our life. And her generosity is by any standards extraordinary — almost reckless; I know of many cases where she has subsidized clients who became friends, and I frequently have to try and stop that exploitation (if she lets me).

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THANK-YOU-- words do drop within yourself.. OH-and the ones that gave the words. That is the BOOK Ireland,, not done reading yet.. thank- you.. what a life.. not todays life.. still a storyteller is a book within ourselfs.
bless all the words of selfmeaning--no matter how lone we have to be there. THANKS--

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writing words is smart. for trying to be that at all history. try to spell, and understand, words in it's self. look up we only have to pray.. all is within that time we hear that self that is all and everythang we is.. ONE can not live without a heart.. all we have.!!! think