--Submitted by Lisa Guidroz--
A man had a little daughter....an only and much loved child. He lived for her...she
was his life.
So, when she became ill, and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable
physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her
restoration to health.
His best efforts proved unavailing and the child died.
The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself
away from his many friends and refusing every activity that might restore his poise and
bring him back to his normal self.
But....one night he had a dream. He was in Heaven and was witnessing a grand pageant
of all the little Child Angels.
They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed angelic tot carried a candle. He noticed that one child's candle
was not lighted.
Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl. Rushing to her,
while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then
asked:
"How is it, darling, that your candle alone is unlighted?"
"Father", she replied, "they often relight it, but your tears always put it
out".
Just then he awoke from his dream.
The lesson was crystal clear, and its effects were immediate.
>From that hour on, he was not a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his
former friends and associates.
No longer would his little darlings' candle be extinguished by his useless tears.
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