sexta-feira, 6 de abril de 2012

Her name is Mary

“No, thanks, I´m fine. By the way, my name is Mary, and, who are you? Where do you come from?” Youseff went blank for a few seconds. The conversation went on. They talked about world affairs, issues they both wanted to study about and find the solutions for. He found out she had great interest for the region in the world he came from.  He was particularly struck when he learned about her plans to devote her life to orphans in the Middle East. He simply could not imagine he would meet someone with that type of ideal in life. Someone who would want to inspire life to little, abandoned ones. That was how he met Mary. And that Mary would make all the difference in his life.

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  1. Mary looks like me,kkk. I love children and helping people. Tears are in my eyes ( believe or not). Thanks for your friendship.

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