She worked hard for her small income.
She lived in an old house, which was broken into several times, though she had nothing to steal.
The world would call her a NOBODY.
She gave of what she had–like the widow and her mites.
She was hospitable though she moved to a small apartment.
She walked with a bit of a limp but her character was straight and tall.
Her speech bore a little bit of accent but her words were honest and true.
Her life was a sermon, lived, better than preached. She was killed last week in an accident, but her life was purposeful.
She was a SOMEBODY!
Rest in peace, saint Alex.