Perhaps the saddest sight of all was that of little orphaned children starving in the streets of those war-torn cities.
Early one chilly morning, an American soldier was making his way back to the barracks in London. As he turned the corner in his jeep he spotted a little lad with his nose pressed to the window of a pastry shop. Inside, the cook was kneading dough for a fresh batch of doughnuts.
The hungry boy stared in silence, watching every move.
The soldier pulled his jeep to the curb, got out and walked quietly over to where the little fellow stood.
Through the steamed up window he could see the mouthwatering morsels as they were being pulled from the oven piping hot.
The boy salivated and released a slight groan as he watched the cook place them onto the glass enclosed counter ever so carefully.
The soldier's heart went out to the nameless orphan as he stood beside him.
"Son, would you like some of those?"
The boy was startled.
"Oh yes...I would!"
The American stepped inside and bought a dozen, put them in a bag and returned to where the lad was standing in the foggy cold of the London morning.
He smiled as he held out the bag and said simply, "Here you are."
As he turned to leave, he felt a tug on his coat.
He looked back and heard the child say quietly, "Mister, are you God?"
2 comments:
That is neat, Megan! You are such a great writer. :)
Uh, heh, heh... Actually, as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't write that.
It's a short story I read in another book. I should have made note of that.
But you're right, it is a neat story.
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