Many Confessions
My mother ran a nursing home when I was growing up. From the ages of five to ten, I spent every weekend with residents. Because I was a kid, residents often confessed stuff they thought I wouldn’t understand. One woman who was about 96 was nearing the end.
She had her last burst of energy/life where she thought she was better. An African-American delivery man came in with some flowers. After he left, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said,
“I can’t believe I’m dying without having been with a colored man”. The other occurred while I was reading Bible verses to a resident. Suddenly they said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drop that baby in the well”. Story credit: Reddit
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