“The smallest effort is not lost. Each wavelet on the ocean tossed aids the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessens human woe.”—Charles Mackay
My friend, Karen, was an artist with makeup. She believed every woman was beautiful, and helped many to discover their own unique beauty. I had been buying her products for four years.
I saw her at a networking luncheon: “Hi, Karen!” I said. “You look gorgeous, as always, you tiny thing!”
“Oh,” she said self-deprecatingly, “My friends tell me I look anorexic.”
“Hah,” I scoffed. “You’re naturally thin—they’re just jealous.”
She gave me a big hug, and suggested some new makeup I might try. I said sure and ordered a few items. She called me the next week to say that she had ordered my makeup and it would be delivered in a day or two. I thanked her. I didn’t know that was to be our last conversation, mundane and ordinary.
Six days later, she took her life.