My calendar reminded me of the birthday of a friend who we had given a shelter for a long time in a difficult situation years ago. While I was sending him a birthday greeting, I remembered my father's first meeting with the young man. My father had been moved by this man's fate that he had given him a bigger banknote after lunch. The man seeking help was very moved by this. Well over 25 years later, this memory came back to my heart. My father has been deceased for over 10 years: love lasts forever.
