One poor little girl went along in the street with naked feet.She caring a couple of bundles of matches which she should have sold,but no one bought it.she is afraid to go home because she will most likely to receive a beating from her father. It was the last day of the year.she went near to wall. She grew colder because of snow. She takes a single one out of bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. The girl see some awesome pictures on fire. She see beautiful Christmas tree, very big dinner table and also her grandmother.she was the only person who had loved her more. She drew another match against the wall. It was again in there stood the old grandmother. She cried and told to grandmother take her to grandmother.the grandmother took the little girl on her arms and then was neither cold, nor hunger, no anxiety. She rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall for keep her grandmother near tho her. Other people said "she wanted to warm he...
Mother Teresa was a kind and admirable person who showed utter devotion in her work with poor and sick people.She touched them with her bare hands no matter how dirty.she helped thousands of sick people on the street of India.mother Teresa is a religious and exemplary figure in the world. Mother Teresa was born on the 26th of august 1910 in Skopje.At the time Skopje part of the Ottoman Empire.She was born to ethnic Albanian parents.Teresa was a baptized on 27th of august.some people think that she baptism day was her birthday but others think not.she was the youngest in her family.her father died in1919 when she was only 8 years old.at the young age 17,she decided to become a nun and serve god for the rest of her life.in age 18,she left her family to travel Ireland and start the prose of becoming a nun,she never saw her family again. She began to teaching history and geography at Lorento Entally convent and then moved to St.Mary's and began to teaching.After some time, ...
ON HIS BLINDNESS When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts: who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait." ...
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