Lupe is a marvelous person with so many stories and life events that I love talking with her. We have actually only met face to face on four occasions and each time is like we just left each other, we spend hours just talking and catching up. Even the first time. Roll back eighteen years… Joe and I are living in a very small apartment. Lupe, Bob and their two boys roll up in their “home”. Yep, they lived in a motor home. Such an adventurous spirit she contains. She was a homesteader in Alaska, been in the Army. Raised two small boys in the wilderness. Grew up in Detroit. The stories this woman tells.
And that’s not her real virtue as a friend and fellow. She asks questions of you, questions that demand multiple sentence answers. Things like “tell me how you spend your day. From first cup of coffee till bedtime. Then she listens and questions your activities. She has a knack of drawing things out of you that you didn’t know you in you, which prompts a story which prompts another funny story from one of us and another and another. The four of us talked for three hours in the restaurant and the time just flew by.
It really is a blessing that there are some people out there that are interested in who you are, not what you have that can further their agenda.
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