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something really sweet i read from my friend's blog.

Hold My Hand
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was feeling worried so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

i am reminded yet again of how blessed i am to have friends (and parents of course:)) to hold my hand despite my all. and, most definitely, through it all.

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