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A Boy prays at night...
Boy:
Dear God why do You get to see my grandpa, but I can't? Why do You let bad things happen? Why did You make me?
Then the boy heard a small voice...
Voice:
My Dear Child, I see your grandpa because I have shared him with the rest of the world and wish to see him for Myself now. Little Boy, I let bad things happen because people come closer together and the stong stand taller when upsetting things happen. My Dear, I made you to rise up and help My other children. You are my own, I love you very much, and I put you on My earth to guide My naive, nurish My sick, replenish My poor, and quench the thirst of those who have wandered away from My oasis. Small Child, what else will you question Me about?
Boy:
Do You really think I can do that?
Voice:
My Dear Child, yes.