Friday the Thirteenth hit Fiorella hard yesterday when she was trying to give you the second page of Lolly's story--the program insisted on messing with the layout, making the text hard to read and utterly unworkable. (And this was just when Fio thought she finally had all her problems with the Mac taken care of.)
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The day wasn't too good for another woman either.
Fiorella wended her way toward the back of Target to find someone--anyone--who could tell her where children's games were, and ran into a desperate situation. An fifty-ish woman, gray in the face, was seated in a hastily-provided chair and telling two employees that she didn't feel well.
The employees were trying to hurry her purchase (Target's phones were having their own Friday the Thirteenth) without success and the woman was getting weaker by the moment so Fio took up station by her side, ready to catch or comfort her--whichever was needed
"Get me a soft drink," the woman muttered to one of the employees. "I'm diabetic." Confusion reigned as the employees ignored her and tried even harder to get the phones to work, but Fio made her own voice heard. "Forget the phones! Get her a drink, NOW!"
It took more time than Fiorella thought it should have, but the male employee did come back with a soda of some kind that the woman guzzled down. When she had her color and her voice back, she thanked all of us and told us that when diabetics are in trouble, they need sugar.
Fiorella replayed the situation in her mind all the way home and, to be sure she would never forget, muttered DIABETICS IN TROUBLE NEED SUGAR to herself again and again.
She hopes you will remember it too.
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