She was young and tender. Though she never made herself the centre of attention, she was known by everyone around her. She was not the type who sort to make herself popular, or who involved herself in the affairs of others, but she was the most noticeable person. If nothing else, no one, whether friends or enemies, could forget her.
There was something striking about her. When others bullied, she would provide emotional and social support for the victim. When others only cared about themselves, she would care for those who were doing it tough. When people were lonely, she would open her arms to them. When people were sick, she would support them and their family through their illness.
Though she was of good repute, she did not think of herself as someone of such repute. For she knew that anyone could do these things, but what motivated her to care for others was love. She loved others regardless of their background or their past. She was the light on the hill.
Friday, 17 May 2013
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