“Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour
of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let
me be hungry …..have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me
be sincere be deceitful. Let me be truthful; Let me be a liar. Let me be
honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And
when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living
is ever lost.”
from A Tree Grows in
Brooklyn by Betty SMITH
No comments:
Post a Comment