Daily bread It happened on my return home from the baker’s shop. I saw the women who stumbled and fell down. The dusty pavement was colored with her blood. As I jumped to help her, I dropped down my bread. As I recall the above, the view of my daily bread on the ground hurts me. Nevertheless, in case the story would repeat itself, I would do everything the same. WOW TWO The acts of kindness come as if out of itself and heal us like the raising dawn. 55.698541 21.147317 Rate this:Share this:SharePocketRedditPrintEmailLike Loading... Related Author: Tomas Karkalas The depth of the steps left in life is determined by love for each other. Spiritual healing begins with self-recognition in the next. View all posts by Tomas Karkalas
Beautifully stated and filled with such truth. Do the kind acts out of compassion from the heart not for recognition. LikeLike Reply
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Beautifully stated and filled with such truth. Do the kind acts out of compassion from the heart not for recognition.
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I love your website! I just discovered it today through LinkReferral. This kitten is oh-so cute! 🙂
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You are truly an artist in the real sense of the word
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Truly artistic. I just loved your blog. Keep it going. And nice template to support your work.
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So accurate, happiness multiplies only when shared .
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Nice post!!
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Love that last line…”the truth becomes the worm in the bud”
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Well-crafted tale…
“…worm in the bud…” is extremely poetic !
~ Alex
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