I cried a little today.
I got a recent issue of "Habitat World" - which arrives in the mail if you contribute to
Habitat for Humanity.
I didn't see a single plastic smile anywhere in the issue. I think if a stranger gave you a decent place to live, you'd be smiling too.
It had a picture of a young Polish girl towards the end. She wasn't hawking magazines that
condemn everyone to doom. She just beamed from ear to ear about having a nice school
and home to live in.
How could my heart ever been so hard not to understand the simple beauty of this?
metatron