My Friend
I have to learn to make time for reading and writing, which has slowed to a crawl ever since I am slowly getting back to life. Hence these untimely letters. This week, I present a little story I read when I was, oh, about ten years old. Thirty years later, it still guides my actions and affirms my faith. It has always given me a strange kind of freedom, when it comes to my how I go about life, encouraging me to do my best, and not to worry even if I stumble. It planted the very powerful seed, that God if (s)he exists, is more loving than just. I just ought to be a good human. ...