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This past year, the lock on my closet jammed and no one, including the
principal could open it. It was Friday afternoon and my purse was in the
closet. Hubby was out of town and my sons were working miles away. I had
visions of sleeping on my desk. Tina,
one of our wonderful building service workers, just wouldn't give up. She
dragged a ladder into the adjacent storage room, moved the ceiling tiles,
climbed through the ceiling to the closet, and jumped down to open the door.
I took a cake to her the next day and told her I thought she was heroic. She
said--"just part of my job."
Judy
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