A treasure
Tuesday September 5th 2006
by Paul Armstrong
So I was sitting at my desk doing work (which I guess is pretty self-explanitory so I have no idea why I prefaced it with that) -- anyway -- Abigail came up to me timidly and said:
"Daddy, I want you to have my money because you bought so much medicine for me to make me better" "I can't take your money Abigail" "Daddy, I want you to have it, it's all the money I have"
I took the money, and told her because she blessed me with her gift, that I will bless her. Even out of hardship, she managed find kindness and sacrifice.
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