
Grandson (aged 5): There’s a slug in my welly. (Removes welly to take a look.) No. It’s just a rock!
I’m not sure, but I think he was disappointed.

Grandson (aged 5): There’s a slug in my welly. (Removes welly to take a look.) No. It’s just a rock!
I’m not sure, but I think he was disappointed.

Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘m’
Grandson (aged 5): A . . . mbulance

Granddaughter (age 8): You have hair on your arm.
Me: Yes.
Granddaughter: Did it fall from your head?

When we are struggling to cope with the things that life throws at us, it’s easy to think that the whole universe is conspiring against us. We know it’s not true. It simply feels that way.
I once spoke with a woman who raised this very issue, but from a more balanced point of view. She rightly pointed out that she feels that despite trying to do good to others, bad things keep happening in her life. But then she explained that when she sees what some people have to endure she realises that she’s not so badly off, after all.
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Her tortured breathing
Slowed to a gentle whisper
Till she breathed her last
As life finally left her
He knew: Love would linger on