It’s funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of
inner toolbox,
full of shiny tools:
the saw of discernment,
the hammer of wisdom,
the sandpaper of patience.
But then when I grew up
I found that life
handed you these rusty bent old tools – friendship,
prayer,
conscience,
honesty
– and said,
‘Do the best you can with these, they will have to do.’
And mostly,
against all odds,
they’re enough.’
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