Maybe it was the time of day, (early morning) or maybe it was hang-dog look of the Monday morn’n blues in her eye I found myself wrapped around the eldest in an all-out bone-crusher hug the minute I laid eyes on her this morning. For some reason she seemed precious beyond measure. It was fortunate all five of my girls were not there….I could have been crushed to death.
I am poor as a church mouse and live hand to mouth, but right now I consider myself a man of endless wealth.
I have children who love me and show it. I have a wife who loves me as well.
But I can’t number the well-heeled clientele I have counseled, who lived on the brink of suicide, people who live in perpetual loneliness and elderly who have not laid eyes on their children in years.
On a deeper level of hell there are those of the third world who have their doors kicked in…..and murder, torture, rape and humiliation are inflicted upon them to the limits of demonic imagination and prescription of Sharia, (Islamic legal codes).