Tuesday, June 30, 2015

"This was late one night, when I couldn't sleep." She rubbed her hand over the bark as if unearthing an old treasure. "Ah. Still there."

I leaned in. The word PLEASE had been carved into the side. Small crooked letters. You had to look carefully, but there it was. PLEASE. 

"What is it?"

"A prayer."

"For me?"

She nodded

"On a tree?"

"Trees spend all day looking up at God."

__For One More Day By Mitch Albom

People tend to think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted. 
If only you knew

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