The nice thing about spirits. They never die. They live
forever. Sure, some of my loved ones have died, physically. But their spirits
stay with me. Forever. Maybe that’s why I hardly ever grieve over a physical
death. Because I still have a spiritual contact. Some people don’t believe in
spirits. Therefore, I understand why they grieve and mourn. I didn’t always
believe in spirits. But then I decided that I wanted to believe. That’s all it
takes. A fervent desire. From within one’s being. Then it happens. Presto. Like
magic. Some day, it wouldn’t surprise me if I walked on water. All it would take is for me to believe that I
can do it. Beyond a doubt. I’m working on it. Maybe with the help of a
spiritual connection. --Jim Broede
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