Now I am queued up infront of God, for the final judgement. Yes its my turn now. God asked me to close all my eyes. Slowly I began to see the my journey(its my life) in my mind. To my wonder I saw the footprints of a stranger following me, invisible. I asked God, "who is it?".The reply was soft, "its me son". I got angry, because I couldn't see the footprints in situations of crisis. I am alone. Then came the answer, "its not your footprint, its mine son". Then where is my footprints. Came the answer, "I was carrying you in my hand dear son".
'We are never alone'
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