Kindness ripples for decades
In September 1965, our family moved to Coeur d’Alene, then a small town of around 15,000. I was 13 and just starting the eighth grade. Walking up the steps of the junior high school, on the first day, I knew no one. We had no family here and my sisters, brother and I hadn’t made any friends yet. We’d moved from a world away in Southern California at a time when not many people were moving to Coeur d’Alene from anywhere.
I recall being nervous and unsure about fitting in and being accepted by kids who’d known each other their whole lives. I did make friends eventually, some of whom I’m blessed to still have in my life.
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