Lessons Learned Excerpt

After dropping off the groceries at home, I drove across town to Mr. Johnson’s Hardware Store. I was gazing in confusion at all the various paint samples when I heard a friendly voice.
“Sarah Bray, you’re as pretty as a picture.”
His hair was now completely gray, but his smile was still sweet.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson,” I said, grinning at the man. Thanks for taking care of the lawn. I hope you didn’t mow it yourself.”
He laughed. “I’m too old to mow, Sarah, but I was happy to find someone who could do i...