Ruby -- tough and tender...
/It was a Sunday afternoon when Ruby and I first met. Ruby had worked the graveyard shift at her convenience store job the night before so she couldn’t have had much sleep. I’m sure she would have rather been sitting at home in her pajamas enjoying a rare day with her six children. But instead she was all dressed up in a pretty green dress showing up at a restaurant in old town Scottsdale to meet and greet people. Why? Because she cares and because she’s a survivor.
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