I met her in the fall just after she had a terrible fall going to her mailbox and was hired by her family as a home help. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and gave me unforgettable lessons that cannot be taught within the confines of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn't find. In the end, all I'm left with are a few precious memories, a pearl necklace, and some of life's best lessons. Jane was eighty years old when I met her and in what she called “prime time.” She had an old Cadillac that we got in every Wednesday and went out of town. Lucy sat in the passenger side and told me about the most important things a woman should know: always having her lipstick with you, keeping her pearls in her mattress, and never lacking love in her heart. She was less than five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds, but she was my rock and before long, I began to love her and cherish every moment I was lucky enough to spend with her. Little did I know the impact she would have on my life and how a little love from Jane would take me a long way in life. When I met Jane, I had been deemed sterile by seven different doctors. I had suffered from what they called a severely traumatized uterus which then developed into endometriosis and prolapsed uterus. I never had the chance to be what everyone calls normal. Where I come from, that's what you do, you get married and you have babies. If you don't have children, you are deemed unfit and looked down upon. I remember one time a lady said to me "Well you must have done something that made God mad to get him to remove the o...... middle of paper... .. I couldn’t bear to see what she was.” slowly becoming, I knew there would be a day when she wouldn't remember my name but I hoped she would remember my face. That's when I finally realized what Lucy had given me without me even knowing. She gave me sobriety. she gave me love, she helped me accept my faith, but above all she helped me find myself. Lucy has been deceased for a few years, diagnosed with the late stages of Alzheimer's disease and stage four breast cancer. cancer. When I saw his face looking back at me in the obituaries, I did the only thing that seemed right, I got down on my knees and thanked God for the angel he sent me as I didn't deserve it and I prayed for him. to help her find Harry, I knew she was no longer suffering and that she finally had the end of her perfect fairytale love. She didn't have to love me, but she did..