Touched by generosity

This letter is to the sweet Nan Mills. Also Randy Campbell.

My home is run down, but I was blessed that two church groups and a young neighbor man reached out to me. It's not all been done at one time like Mr. Campbell would wish but these people have to work, remember.

The kindness I have received is beyond all hope I could wish for. I cry because I can never repay their loving help. But God can.

Then another young man came into matters. How do you thank such as these young men? One has a young lady sweetheart who has given me a push that I need to feel better about myself. I am very ill and spent many days in the hospital, then fell and hurt my spine. I'm writing this sideways on the bed.

My sprinklers have been broken down for what seems forever (no money). When old, food and drugs come first. I love my neighbors, if they help or not. Maybe Mr. Campbell will learn a lesson from this letter. I thank God every day for the ones who are not neighbors and my neighbors. Now eat those words Mr. Campbell. Maggie Carroll Molloy Simi Valley