The woman in my office today. She got married at 16 and lived with her husband as a sharecropper, working the cotton fields. She was pregnant, working the fields in the summer and lost her baby. She said she knew when she lost the baby because she was riding on the wagon to the gin, bouncing up and down and she felt it. She lost 4 babies that way.
She also chopped wood and carried coal for the family that owned the land. She made her daughter's clothes in school, including her drill team outfit. She writes in a very old fashioned hand.
She knows hard work.
She doesn't own a TV. She tithes fully. She's had cancer for 14 years but takes her medication.
Her car is paid for.
She pays her bills rather than eat.
That's character.
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