The day I ran home without my shoes

Before I say what happened this evening, let me share with you that my friend and I agreed that sometimes we have a bias attitude with regards to the poor. We often feel sad and sorry for them. We wonder if it’s better off for them not to bring children into this world (“to suffer”). That can be terribly, terribly high-handed. For, to bring children into this world is Life in itself. Living on the streets is their way of living, much as our living in flats.

So you see, I have a lot of ideals about gifts being unconditional and useful. And please, there’s no such thing as a "free" gift.

[Am working on what happened last evening.]

The act itself is neither right nor wrong. You might think it noble but I fear it imposing. However, it’s hilariously ridiculous. When was the last time you did something crazy? I assure you it does lift us out of our self-inflicted pains. jeanne anne hsi

This little Jesus (thumb to little finger)

This little Jesus was born in the stable.
This little Jesus got lost in the temple.
This little Jesus lived a full life.
This little Jesus suffered and died.
This little Jesus is Alive! Happy Easter!! jeanne anne hsi