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A little girl was late coming home for dinner. Not unlike any worried mother, hers demanded she tell her why she was late and where she'd been.
The little girl replied that she had stopped to help Janie, whose bicycle was broken in a fall.
"But you don't know anything about fixing bicycles," her mother responded.
"I know that," the girl said. "I just stopped to help her cry."
Not many of us know anything about fixing bicycles, either. And when our friends have fallen and broken, not their bicycles but their lives, none of us knows how to fix that. We simply cannot "fix" someone else's life, even though that's what we would like most to do.
But like the little girl, we can stop to help them cry.
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The little girl replied that she had stopped to help Janie, whose bicycle was broken in a fall.
"But you don't know anything about fixing bicycles," her mother responded.
"I know that," the girl said. "I just stopped to help her cry."
Not many of us know anything about fixing bicycles, either. And when our friends have fallen and broken, not their bicycles but their lives, none of us knows how to fix that. We simply cannot "fix" someone else's life, even though that's what we would like most to do.
But like the little girl, we can stop to help them cry.
Unknown author.
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