Silent Prisoner is not easy reading. Yet woven throughout are silvery threads of hope: distant relations and other strangers who showed momentary kindnesses. A little boy, the product of a loveless marriage that became for her a promise of a better future. Above all, the comfort of angels and glimpses of God … not overt and overwhelming, but beacons of something better, urging her on. It is the portrait of someone truly powerless, yet ultimately unbeaten.Share
The Last Judgment
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Small acts of kindness from another member of the family or a friend can bring a ray of light into the life of an abused child who otherwise would feel hopeless and betrayed. When I was a little girl I recall my mother taking our neighbor’s child (who was not physically abused, but neglected; and bathing, washing her hair and powdering her up, much to the delight of the child. My mother would also mop their floors so the child could live in a clean environment. I might add, my mother had a close friendship with the family who did not object to my mother’s attentions, but were just too ignorant and lazy to do it themselves. We did not have much money ourselves, but she would take food down to the less privileged section of our neighborhood. One does not have to possess a lot of resources in order to reach out to others.
That's beautiful, julygirl.
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