The story (1 of 3)

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A child is sitting minding his own business. A good person comes along and gives the child the tastiest ice cream in the world. The child licks once, twice... oh, so delicious, feeling every taste, ... It`s the best ice cream in the universe.

Something happens, the ice cream is taken away just before the third lick. The child frowns. The child`s mouth opens. The child cries the loudest cry and deepest cry ever. The child`s tears are flowing faster and soon there`s nothing but a river of sadness. Even the best swimmer will not try, lest he downs in sorrow too.

I`m that child; only the river of tears is in my heart. Why? Why do they take the ice cream way. I loved that ice cream!

This reminds of a story that`s longer than I`ll tell. A man was wrongfully arrested during the war, believed to be a spy. After years of war, after years of torture, the man was left alone to die in a rotten jail.

So frail, he sat motionless, in the same position, second after second, minute after minute, year after year. His body was almost dead, yet his mind could experience every moment of this cruel existence.