I Was Here...
Life. It seems so meaningless until it’s gone.
He stood there, standing next to his mother’s weeping figure, crying over his lifeless body, wishing he could say, “I’m here!”
He had heard once, that all men have something in common.
My family. My friends. My enemies. “What do they all have in common?” He thought. He stepped out into the sunshine, and began to walk. “My family loved me. My friends supported me. My enemies persecuted me. The have nothing in common, except… me.”
As he watched the people continue their everyday lives, he realized that he was leaving behind so much more than pain… he was leaving his handprint on the hearts of his family, his friends and his enemies.
With this renewed assurance, he looked up toward the sun and said, “I was here.”
