Angie has never met a stranger. I am in awe of her. I feel like I could give Angie two pieces of fruit and she would whip up a zesty fruit salad. She meets someone and, before you know it, that person–man or woman, young or old, black, white, brown, yellow–is Angie’s friend and confidante. It must be her open heart, her smile. Angie has her arms open wide, welcoming and embracing the world.
I hope the young ones in her care know, truly know, the gift they have in this woman. They should know; they should appreciate.