A little girl who was late coming home for supper.
Her mother made the expected irate parent's demand to
know where she had 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. That is the
best we can do. And that is a lot!
