by: Murray Lancaster, Source unknown A little girl who was late coming home for supper. Her mother made the expected irate parent&...
by: Murray Lancaster, Source unknown
A little girl who was late coming home for supper. Her mother made
the expected irate parent's demand to know where she had been.
The little girl replied that she had stopped to help Janie, whose
bicycle was broken in a fall. "But you don't know anything about
fixing bicycles," her mother responded. "I know that," said the
girl. "I just stopped to help her cry."
Not many of us know
anything about fixing bicycles, either. And when our friends
have fallen and are broken, not their bicycles but their lives, none
of us knows how to fix that either. We simply cannot fix
someone else's life, even though that's what we would like most to
do. But like the little girl, we can stop to help them cry. That
is the best we can do. And that can be a lot!
Every single night we go to bed, without any assurance of
being alive the next morning, but still most of us set the alarm
to wake up. That's called HOPE.
Sometimes you have to experience the bad,
so that you can learn to appreciate the good
things that enter your life.
