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Blood Is Thinner Than Honey
Welcome to the second episode of Black trauma no one wants to talk about
Nothing is thicker
Or more enduring
Than the pure rain
Of friendship
From a kismet soul ~From “Blood is Thicker poem written for Miraquill
Let me tell you about a woman I’ll call Quinn.
True story.
She has an amazing spirit, and we would see her while at our local grocer. She’d be at the curb in her wheelchair with an amazing smile and never begged for money or anything, but we knew she need it. She may have been doing this for years. We’d help from time to time, but it was never enough,
Well, one day one of my coworkers took her in to her home. Quinn got along great with her son and the cashier’s son rarely got along with anyone from what I am told. Quinn finally had a roof over her head and each day my husband and I loved to hear positive reports about her.
Then came the HUGE surprise.
My coworker told us a few weeks later that Quinn’s family called and wanted to know where she was. They made a bunch of promises and then Quinn up and left with them.
