Break Down

One day, my husband received a call from a property manager asking him if he could sand an extremely icy driveway.  After we sanded the driveway, the homeowner came out and paid my husband. She was so thankful and appreciative that she gave my husband a very handsome tip. Her name was Linda, she was beautiful. Her smile was contagious. Every hair was in place. Her nails unpolished, yet perfectly manicured. Her beauty was  wholesome in every sense.

Approximately, five years later we received another call from Linda’s property manager, asking if we could remove a tree that had fallen in the front yard.

When we arrived I immediately noticed the weeds all around the house, and the dead branches all over the roof. Then I saw Linda. She was sitting in front of the big bay window in what appeared to be a wheelchair. She was staring out the window, as if she were looking intensely at an object. I could see that her hair had not been brushed, and her beautiful smile was gone.

When my husband got back into the truck, he told me that Linda suffered a nervous breakdown. He said, “Her husband left her for another woman.”

A few months later, we heard that Linda’s family placed her into a nursing home. She was 45 years young.

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Judy Prescott Marshall is an American Novelist, who enjoys writing about real women facing life's many challenges. A multi-award-winning writer. Judy earned her certificate Write Your First Novel from Michigan State University. She is an avid reader, gardener, and lover of outdoor activities. She enjoys hiking, kayaking, gardening, and blogging!

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