One warm spring day a young mother took her small son on a school picnic. The boy wandered away from the group and after he had been missing for some time his mother began an anxious search for him.
Suddenly, she heard a desperate crying voice, "Sarah! Sarah!" When she reached the boy and calmed him, she asked why he called her Sarah when he always called her mother at home. The child wisely explained, "It was no use calling mother, mother - the place is full of mothers. I wanted my mother!"
We all need the comfort of love, the ability to call someone when we are desperate, knowing they will always respond. That is love.
Thought: Not who would you call .... but for whom would do anything to help?
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