When I was going through the worst phase of my life during my psychosis in 2017, my parents told me that that a neighbour’s family in our building prayed for my well being.
When I heard that it gave me hope.
Why would strangers pray for me?
I didn’t help them in any way in life. Nor do I have anything to give them.
But still they prayed for me.
Maybe it’s just that they closed their eyes and asked God,”Please help that boy God!”
It still brings tears of gratitude in me.
I’m grateful that you read this line. Thanks a lot!
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