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.






Well-crafted tale…
“…worm in the bud…” is extremely poetic !
~ Alex
Comment by amzolt — May 30, 2008 @ 05:43 |
Love that last line…”the truth becomes the worm in the bud”
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Nice post!!
Comment by Hisham — June 4, 2008 @ 11:51 |
So accurate, happiness multiplies only when shared .
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Comment by Wilmaryad — November 24, 2008 @ 13:21 |
Beautifully stated and filled with such truth. Do the kind acts out of compassion from the heart not for recognition.
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great blog keep up the good work
Comment by asfahan — August 16, 2009 @ 20:24 |