Our seven-year-old daughter was thrilled when we took her to Disney World for the first time, and she headed straight for Space Mountain. I worried that the roller coaster would be too scary for her, but she insisted.
To her delight, we rode it twice.
The next year we returned to Magic Kingdom, and my daughter, now eight, again dragged me to Space Mountain.
As we stood in line, though, I could see her soberly studying the signs that warn about the ride's speed.
"We have suffered bereavement after bereavement, but we are going to the land of the immortal where graves do not exist."
I hope you heal from the things you still cry about when no one is watching.
The coach for the little league team had not yet learned the names of all the players, so he called them by the numbers on their uniforms.
A lady came to a famous poet and handed him a piece of paper, explaining, "The Lord has given me this poem."