My client knew she was dying. She helped me figure how to live. By my third visit to a new client’s house, her health had started to visibly plummet. “The cancer doesn’t give me much time,” she’d drop into our conversation, her shoulders slumping.
from Pocket https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/12/opinion/sunday/work-housecleaning-poverty-wages.html
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