Chicken Soup for the Soul: A Park Afternoon
I stretch out my crippled hand of faith, groping to gather dust and chaff, calling out to what I feel is God, while vaguely believing in a greater hope.
——Alfred·Tennyson
Once, there was a little boy who wanted to meet God. Knowing it would be a long journey to reach where God lived, he packed his suitcase with chocolates and six bottles of light wine and set off.
After walking three blocks, he saw an old lady sitting in the park, staring intently at the pigeons. The little boy sat down next to her, opened his suitcase, and was about to drink his wine,