I Want to Hear Your Story

Can I tell about how it happens? With an open mind and a willing ear, a person focuses her eyes and offers a hand to reach for someone else's. A simple act that conveys 'I'm here for you.' A soundless whisper that screams 'You're not alone.' A heart that makes the hardest choice to mean 'I care.' That my friend creates magic, creates a ripple that lasts until eternity ends.

And can I tell you how it begins? I can't. Because I think, it started even before the cross started having meaning, long before the world even began.