If We Knew What Comes Next, We

For As Spiritual As Some People Think My Books Are, I've Never Really Dealt With Religious Things.

What About A Man Who Sits Down To Wonder Why Life Has Cheated Him? Thinks About His Situation Hangs His Head And Cries Will We Pretend, His Problems Don't Exist? He's Reaching Out For Help-will We Selfishly Resist? What About Your Brother? He's Crying What About Your Brother? He's Dying What About Your Brother?

You're Not Listening With Your Eyes.

But There's A Story Behind Everything. How A Picture Got On A Wall. How A Scar Got On Your Face. Sometimes The Stories Are Simple, And Sometimes They Are Hard And Heartbreaking. But Behind All Your Stories Is Always Your Mother's Story, Because Hers Is Where Yours Begin.

A Little Girl Came Home From School With A Drawing She'd Made In Class.she Danced Into The Kitchen ,where Her Mother Was Preparing Dinner. "mom,guess What ?" She Squealed Waving The Drawing . Her Mother Never Looked Up. "what"? She Said ,tending To The Pots. "guess What?" The Child Repeated ,waving The Drawings. "what?" The Mother Said , Tending To The Plates. "mom, You're Not Listening" "sweetie,yes I Am" "mom" The Child Said "you're Not Listening With Your Eyes