Short Story: Nobody, but nobody, is a nobody's child.

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Jack Rodgert, a long-time Catholic priest, now a Bishop, was walking along the river bank, in his local city, when he saw a young teenage boy asleep, under one of the bridges there. It looked to the Bishop, as if this boy was sleeping it rough there, and living there. The Bishop sat down, and he waited for the boy to wake up. The boy woke up after a pleasant enough hour had gone by, of the Bishop, looking into the waters flowing past, which he had thought was very meditative for him, and that he should take the time to do this more often, in his busy schedule, as a Bishop now. The boy was surprised to see such a figure, sitting next to him on the grass, beside the river, under the bridge, when he awakened. The Bishop said to him, "You look young, whose child are you, maybe they are worried about you, living here in this way?" The boy replied, "I am nobody's child. My parents died, 6 months ago." The life of anyone is not the life of the enquirer, and here the Bishop, looked at the boy, who seemed happy enough, despite this gruesome happening in his life. The boy's both parents had been killed in a house fire, and the house totally destroyed, but the boy had escaped unharmed, as he was not in the house, having sneaked out, in the middle of the night, to spend time, smoking some weed, with some friends, on the banks of this very river, his new home now. The Bishop said, "Well, each to his own." and he hopped up, and walked away from the lad. "Sometimes, such tough love, will be the only thing that can help this lad," he thought to himself, "but nobody is surely ever nobody's child, in God's kingdom." Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Photo: The haughty looking Bishop. The Bishop had thought that he might help the lad, but then he was glad when he could excuse himself, anyway. He was a warm-water Bishop, who never liked placing his big feet into cold water, which matched his heart, warm, but in a coldly way. We need warm love to be warm in a warm close way, not in a distanced cold way. We need to emphasize, not be too guarded, in our ineffective, conservatistic, high-brow, high-nosed, approach.