There is the loveliest couple in my barrio: hardworking, but very cash-poor grandparents, who keep a weekly route from church to church for the charity lunches on offer in some places, & help wherever they can for a day's pay.

Hard living?

Yes. They're lean people... but always smiling, always thankful, because they have each other. The *living definition* of for richer and for poorer.

And it's impossible to chat with them without feeling like *you've* received a gift.

Joy takes many forms.