This story struck through my heart, I felt the pain of that
little girl; not the pain on her finger but the pain in her heart. :l
From Our Daily Bread
(October 18, 2013)
Wriiten by: David Roper
I have a friend who was working in his home office one evening,
trying to get some necessary paper work done. His little girl, who was about 4
years old at that time, was playing around his desk, puttering about, moving
objects here and there, pulling out drawers, and making a good deal of noise.
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My friend endured the distraction with stoic patience until
the child slammed a drawer on one of her fingers and screamed in pain. Reacting
in exasperation he shouted, “That’s it!”
as he escorted her out of the room and shut the door.
Later, her mother found her weeping in the bedroom and tried
to comfort her, “Does your finger still
hurt?” she asked. “No,” the
little girl sniffled, “Then why are you
crying?” her mother asked. “Cause,”
she whimpered, “when I pinched my finge,
Papa, didn’t say ‘Oh!’”
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