Later that night,
I knelt by my bedside and prayed to God something like this: «Please give us more income.
So, two hours before my lovely consort expired,
I kneeled by her bedside, and I took into my two hands a dear hand, the dearest in the world.
One of my earliest memories is seeing my father
kneeling by his bedside, praying, and wondering what he was saying.
- On my kids birthdays, whenever a friend or family member has a baby, at milestones my kids have reached over the years... and sometimes when I walk into their rooms late at night and see these young men sound asleep in their beds...
I kneel by their bedside and say a prayer of thankfulness for them.