She sat in her usual spot on the curb of a dead-end steet in a town long ago forgotten by time. Her disheveled hair reflected what her life had become. Her dull eyes and her dirty, tattered clothes gave anyone who passed by an excuse for not stopping to help. To comfort.
Category: love
Three Bricklayers
The passerby thought about their answers and concluded that the first bricklayer laid brick because that was his job. Nothing more – just a job to earn money.
The second bricklayer laid brick because he had a goal – to build a building as something to show for his time at a job.
The third bricklayer laid bricks with his eyes toward heaven.
The World is Mine
Later while walking down the street, I saw a child I knew. He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to do.