Nov 02, 2006 00:08
What happens when you learn of something that hits home? I was walking back one day and I was dismayed at the stories I hear; at that time, I felt in my heart was a mixture of guilt, fear and confusion. But I learned the hard way that in weakness we find strength, and in times of desperation, we find miracles.
I love the people around me. And it is as simple as that. Is it so hard to understand? I love God. I love my family. I love my friends. I believe this love lingers within our very beings. I hear many hate languages about their parents, siblings, relatives, friends, but do we really feel that way? When we learn that they are gone forever, we weep, and in their hearts is a mourning voice, "Why didn't I treat him/her better?"
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