HOLD
MY HAND
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father
was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please
hold my hand so that you don't fall." The little girl said, "No, Dad.
You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled
father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If
I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your
hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go."
~ In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in
its bind, but in its bond ~
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