Like most July days, it was hot．I stepped into a tiny ice-cream shop to 1 with a chocolate ice-cream．It was a very 2 store with little round tables and chairs．
As I entered, I found a very old woman 3 over a table near the door．Her back was so 4 bent by some sadness that her face nearly 5 the table top．I sat down facing her a couple of 6 away．
“Poor woman, I thought．What does she 7 life?Why does God let people live so long past their youth?”
As I thought, another aged lady entered the shop and sat down with her．Soon the two of them were 8 childhood days．They talked of how little the shop had changed in 70 years．In minutes, the two of them were shaking with 9 ．
I looked again at the first woman．Then in the 10 on a nearby wall, I caught a picture of myself．I was wearing a 11 shirt ;she was well dressed in white, the gold ring on her finger 12 ．I was 13 ; she was laughing．I was putting the 14 of my life together; she had millions of 15 memories to recall．I sat alone; she was 16 the day with a good friend．I was 17 worried about getting old; she was old, but it wasn't 18 her．
As I left the shop, I thought of my foolish question about God letting people live past their youth．Why, that woman was more 19 to life than I was．Age has not 20 her spirit．