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| I am offering this as an eyewitness account by my mother who lived in Brooklyn, NY, some years ago. I have never forgotten the charity of the good woman who helped the little boy when they came into the small shoe store where my mother was working as a checkout manager to help supplement the cost of her education at Columbia University. Nor shall I ever forget the “purity of heart” present in all children as exemplified by the little boy. My mother's place at the cash register was secure from detection by all involved and offered an ideal observatory for what she says followed: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before the shoe store on the sidewalk, barefoot, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the young boy and said, “My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!” “I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,” was the boy's reply. The lady took him by the hand, came into the store, and asked the salesclerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. The salesclerk quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she then brought him back onto the sales floor and requested the clerk fit him for a pair of shoes. The large, metal, foot-sizing template used to determine the correct size of shoe for the boy was an object of great interest to him. At first he pulled his foot away again and again until the woman comforted him by saying, "This is how God measures your feet for shoes." She then bought him a pair of new shoes. Brogans they were called and most stylish for the time as they were very long lasting. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to the little boy. She patted him on the head and said, “No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.” As she turned to go, the astonished child caught her by the hand and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked, “Are you God's wife?” ©2011 Sonya Cast-Sun [All Rights Reserved] |
| NEW REVIEWS: I loved this short tale. God's Wife is certainly a smart fable that needs to be sent around the world. Please keep on writing and send us many more, Sonya. Welcome to LMI and all the best, *****__Michelle Z. Banda. I liked it too. Because of the purity of heart it provides. And, because it is written in the simple, easy-to-read style of a truly gifted writer. I remain a big fan of fables and short, short stories. How is it though that it is always the Asians in our group who always provide us with compelling examples of the simplest, sharpest wisdom and charity. I am easily reminded of the writings of Su Chang-Wu. Accordingly, you shall be known amongst us in the future as: Wu-II. Welcome, and please provide us with more, Sonya. *****__Captain Apple Jack. Welcome, Sonya, and thank you for a simple, loving message at a time when there is so much around that divides us. Yours is a story that is meant to unite us by keeping our hearts and minds pure. *****__Barbara A. Sabo. Such a lovely story, and written without a single wasted word. I wish I could learn to write so concisely and without excess. Reminds me of Su Chang too in writing style and always a thought provoking and uplifting message. Welcome, Sonya. Or Wu-II by the "Captain."We all look forward to much more from you. God bless*****__Jean Ann Morgan. It is easy to forget and get annoyed at those in need of help, and that doesn't speak well of us. Your words of wisdom are beautiful pearls of life, reminding us to change, become better, so that happiness will find us. And if we remain hard, cold, then we'll never learn a thing.****__Melissa R. Mendelson. |
| “God's Wife” By Sonya Cast-Sun Friday, April 29, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. On a Cold Day In December. |
