What the Bleep Do we Know?
On a piece of paper, worn out, torn, with 50 pin pricks, has gone from cork boards to a box I found this morning. It has moved me back to me, every time I've ever read it. Gil Cross of WOR-Radio in New York tells the story about a young couple who had one little girl and a new baby. The little girl wanted to be left alone with the baby, but the parents were afraid. They had heard of jealous childr...en hitting new siblings, and they didn't want the baby hurt. "No, no" they said. And, "Not yet." And also: "Why do you want to be with him?" She begged for days. She was so insistent that the parents finally agreed. There was an intercom in the baby's room. They decided that they could listen, and if the baby cried, if the little girl hit the baby, they could rush into the room and snatch the infant up. So, the little girl went in, approached the crib. Alone. She came up to the newborn baby, and over the intercom they heard her whisper, "Tell me about God. I'm forgetting."
Angel Letters by Sophy Burnham (from:
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