At times truth is found in simplicity

There was a young lady, the age of 16. She had become good friends with a bearded man that had a goat laugh and he would tell her about Gandhi, Lao-tse and nonviolence. She was very fascinated by him and his influence accompanied her later in life, she didn't know it then, though.

She felt he might have answers that no one else had. She asked him how she could get along with her sister. Her sister was twelve then, very beautiful and the two of them fought all the time. She was bothered by it, since the arguments seemed endless and unkind.

The man with the goat laugh told her to pretend that it was the last hour of her sister's life. He pointed out, that it might well be.

She tried out his plan and as a result she looked at her sister and saw her for the first time. This is how she began to hold her sister dear.

Have you ever borrowed a book from the library and noticed that some previous reader of that very book has underlined parts of the text with a pencil and added some notes to it?

Well, I have had that kind of library books and I think it's rather bizarre that someone would do such a thing.

However, the library book I currently read is an autobiography of that girl and some previous reader of that book has underlined that description of how pretending it was the last hour of the girl's sister's life changed how she treated and felt for her sister. So I guess, someone found that part of her story quite significant. I write it down here, since it might as well happen that someone else finds understanding in it.