Dear Friends,
You who are letting miserable misunderstandings run on from year to year, meaning to clear them up some day...You who are passing man sullenly upon the street, not speaking out of some silly spite, and yet knowing that it would fill you with remorse if you heard that one of these men were dead tomorrow morning; you who are...letting your friend's heart ache for a word of appreciation or sympathy, which you mean to give him some day---if you could know...that "the time is short", how it would break the spell! How you would go instantly and do the thing which you might never have another chance to do.
Phillip Brooks
No comments:
Post a Comment