By Susan Gale Wickes
I may have grown up poor but I learned, even at an early age, that certain things are worthy of collecting. I always kept a jar of hope, a box of inspiration, and a pocketful of faith.
Then the unthinkable happened. I came home one night and it was all gone. In a moment of weakness, I’d apparently let despair, discouragement, and doubt slip in.
Of course, I filed a report. I had to be honest. When they asked if I knew who might be responsible, I hesitated for a moment. Thank God I still had my courage.
“It was me.”
A lovely little reminder that how we perceive the world really depends on the type of lenses we wear.
Indeed. I remind myself of this daily.
What a nice little allegory, Susan. I liked it.
Thank you, Jack.
Excellent story, Susan! I really enjoyed it!
Thanks, Ariffa.
They don’t allow poetry…but somehow you found a way to do it. Beautiful!
I feel so devious. Thank you!
Amazing!
Thank you!
I loved this Susan…
Thank you, Caroline!
This story is primarily a tell now show story, but it was nevertheless a very good one. Nice, heartwarming message!
Thanks, Bobby!