my daughter was playing with Leggo toys. she carefully built something piece by piece. when she finished she was so excited, she ran to show me her new masterpiece. but she lifted the toy up too fast and some parts of it came off and shattered to the floor.
she looked very worried. "can you fix it?" she asked.
i was busy, on a deadline. but then i went to her and we picked up the pieces, one by one. we put them together and restored her toy. she was smiling now, with a confidence that was infectious.
and then i realized, that my purpose may not be grand. rather, it can be the simplest thing--to help, to heal, to teach, to nurture--to make it a better place for someone else--and i must not miss even the smallest opportunities to make it so.
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hi tita, thanks for your precious comments. hope your levels are good. take care!
Hi Minotte. PV here. Franco told me about your blog and this got me interested. Your insights are deep and inspiring. You ought to write a regular column in one of the major publications there. I told Franco that maybe you need to look for a literary agent. You know how it is in the US. Every creative person needs an agent. Regards to Ricky.
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