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Wednesday – Angel Smile
Jan. 13th, 2010 03:20 pm.
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Some children are born with a mark for tragedy that no one but Fate can see. They come into the world looking like every other child; healthy, normal, sweet-smelling and lovable. We can't recognize the mark, because it would keep us from loving these children like we should. We would know that to love this child will mean our hearts will be broken, and many of us would turn our backs on them. But the mark, unseen and unrecognized, has the opposite effect on us: we seem to love them more.
"Some people have hobbies that they dedicate their lives to," said my mother's friend Cecil Murphy, "mine is loving Rodger."
( Everyday Miricles )
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Some children are born with a mark for tragedy that no one but Fate can see. They come into the world looking like every other child; healthy, normal, sweet-smelling and lovable. We can't recognize the mark, because it would keep us from loving these children like we should. We would know that to love this child will mean our hearts will be broken, and many of us would turn our backs on them. But the mark, unseen and unrecognized, has the opposite effect on us: we seem to love them more.
"Some people have hobbies that they dedicate their lives to," said my mother's friend Cecil Murphy, "mine is loving Rodger."
( Everyday Miricles )
