The little girl was late coming home for dinner. His mother did
the anticipated claim of a parent wanting to know where he was.
The little girl replied that she was standing there helping Janie, whose
the bike was broken in the fall. “But you know nothing about it
we fix the bikes, “replied his mother.” I know that, “he said
girl. “I just stopped to help her cry.”
Most of us don’t know
anything about repairing bicycles, or. And there our friends
they have fallen and broken, not their bicycles but their lives, nothing
Ours knows how to fix that. We cannot fix it
someone else’s life, even if that is what we would most like to do
do. But as a little girl, we could stop to help them cry. That
the best we can do. And that would be great!
Every night we will sleep, without confirmation
we are still alive the next morning, but most of us are setting the alarm
to rise. That’s called HOPE.
Sometimes you have to face evil,
to learn good appreciation
things that come into your life.
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