Life Advice



Annie's Mailbox: A Favorite Essay

Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar on

I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.

I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for -- but everything I had hoped for.

Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

I am, among all men, most richly blessed.


Dear Readers: This was written many years ago by Judy Vekasy, a registered nurse and director of activities in a nursing home in Savannah, Tennessee, and it appeared several times in Ann Landers' column. It originally appeared in the Memphis Commercial Appeal. For those with some spare time this week, please stop by any nursing home and volunteer:

You say you can't do anything. Can you read? Good. Read to me. My eyes aren't what they used to be.

Can you write? Good. Write a letter or a card for me. My hands are shaky.

Can you sing? Good. Help me with the words and I'll sing along.


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