Goodness is a steady and faithful follower. It seems to pursue me everywhere – in stores, where I can always see a gracious smile from at least one person; on walks, where strangers sometimes send a greeting with a wave; and especially in the midst of disappointment or sadness, when I can always count on goodness giving me its gifts. Goodness is persistent and enduring – a dutiful follower even in serious unhappiness. It’s always just behind me, right in my footsteps, ready to help.
And here’s a threesome of pure goodness – Annie, Gabe, and young Louie. How can a dad and grandad be this lucky!
PERSISTENT GOODNESS One day a man with advanced cancer grew weary of goodness and decided to flee from it forever. He tried to not see the graciousness of the nurses and doctors, nor the benevolence brought by the sunshine at his hospital window, nor the mild manners of autumn’s leaves settling on the windowsill. He turned his face from the affectionate softness of his comfortable bed, and from the goodwill of the clean walls and helpful floors. He couldn’t stand the compassion of his visitors, and he always jumped away from the generosity of a new morning. It was no use, though, for goodness never gives up. The man finally surrendered to it, and both he and his grateful cancer fell into its soft arms.