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RE: The Day a 'Small Child' Touched my Hand/Heart...
Thank you Lyndsay for commenting. I'm glad to hear you were touched by the story, probably as much as I was at the time it happened.
The small child was wearing dirty, ragged clothing, had longish, unkempt hair that seemed to not have been shampooed in a long time. I shall never forget her wide, yet sad eyes looking up at me.
in traditional society, we all had a place, we all knew our neighbours, we were included...
Yes, you are so right; our World has changed greatly in ways which are not all good.
Do you wish that you could have helped her?
I believe that, in a metaphysical way, I did help. As I stood in the doorway watching her being lead away, she kept turning her head to look at me with a soft expression on her face.