The People I meet
Once I met a man who had lost most everything: his country, much of his family, his profession; had been in war, starvation and prison - now a stranger struggling in a hard country. Yet he remembered to be grateful to God every day because he was still alive and with hope in spite of it all. And as much as he could he showed kindness to anyone not clinging to anything but his God.
His story breaks the heart yet makes one smile.
Some other time later I met a man who was secure in his country with his family alive, a good profession, and many blessings. Yet they weren't quite the right ones and he longed for a different life. He was restless and always searching for fulfilment. His story too, breaks the heart yet makes one cry.
Nobody knows why such things happen to man, why the dreams and hopes are either crushed or smothered. Kindness will do them both good.
Once I met a man who had lost most everything: his country, much of his family, his profession; had been in war, starvation and prison - now a stranger struggling in a hard country. Yet he remembered to be grateful to God every day because he was still alive and with hope in spite of it all. And as much as he could he showed kindness to anyone not clinging to anything but his God.
His story breaks the heart yet makes one smile.
Some other time later I met a man who was secure in his country with his family alive, a good profession, and many blessings. Yet they weren't quite the right ones and he longed for a different life. He was restless and always searching for fulfilment. His story too, breaks the heart yet makes one cry.
Nobody knows why such things happen to man, why the dreams and hopes are either crushed or smothered. Kindness will do them both good.
