There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

Remember, the greatest gift is not found in a store nor under a tree, but in the hearts of true friends.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always?

I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.