'dear God,' She Prayed, 'let Me Be

Forgiveness Is A Gift Of High Value. Yet Its Cost Is Nothing.

I Want To Live For Something. I Don't Want To Live To Get Charity Food To Give Me Enough Strength To Go Back To Get More Charity Food.

People Looking Up At Her--at Her Smooth Pretty Vivacious Face--had No Way Of Knowing About The Painfully Articulated Resolves Formulating In Her Mind.

She Went Out And Took A Last Long Look At The Shabby Little Library. She Knew She Would Never See It Again. Eyes Changed After They Looked At New Things. If In The Years To Be She Were To Come Back, Her New Eyes Might Make Everything Seem Different From The Way She Saw It Now. The Way It Was Now Was The Way She Wanted To Remember It.

Suffering Is Also Good, It Makes A Person Rich In Charachter.