We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.If we are not reborn if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm o childhood it makes no sense to go on living.


By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: A Novel of Forgiveness (ed. Harper Collins, 2009) - ISBN: 9780061859953


We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but ...

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but ...

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but ...

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but ...