Last night I got to meet the 92 year old woman who appointed herself as my children’s pen-pal. The letters she writes them about growing up in a one-room school house in rural North Dakota are priceless. We cherish every one… Please don’t ever think you are too old, too poor, or too anything to be led by kindness. Until you draw your last breath, you have the ability to make a difference in another person’s life. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.