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.