The Candle That Can’t Be Lighted.
Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
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. He became like a man
possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to
health.
His best efforts, however, proved unavailing and the child died. The
father 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 d dream.
He was in heaven, witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child
angles. They were marching in a line passing by the Great White
Throne. Every white-robed angelic child 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, he
seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and then asked, “how
is it, darling, that your candle alone is unlighted?” “daddy, 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 efforts were immediate. From the hour on he was not a recluse, but
mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates.
No longer would his darling’s candle be extinguishied by his useless
tears.
Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
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