Guest guest Posted October 4, 2004 Report Share Posted October 4, 2004 Two weeks ago I met a girl outside, she grew up in the house across the street. She travelled as a backpacker in Africa three years ago, and she came upon a poor village where she decided to stay and help. Since she arrived nobody has died from starvation. Quite impressive of a 20 year old stepping in where others had left a long time ago. It was nice to see her face how she had developed as she rushed down the street to the old woman who gave her chocolate when she was a child. Her husband was a pilot and crashed into the sea with a passenger plane twenty years ago. The aviation committee worked on the case for fifteen years so she had a hard time. I enter a house now and then where after all these years there is no solid ground under my feet. Not a single fluffy cloud upon the sky. >From this point of view I have tried to write about reality, but I have not at all been satisfied yet The gate to this compassion was once impersonal and cold. I can not find exact words describing it, since if I look, according to the mental state different thoughts will rise. So I must leave it right here, without any belief, empty handed. Alan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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