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Stories to Comfort the Soul

This book gathers a selection of narratives that offer solace and encouragement, touching on themes of hope, resilience, and the human experience. more

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Christopher Reeve
Christopher Reeve

Christopher Reeve, born on September 25, 1952, was a renowned American actor. He gained worldwide fame for his portrayal of Superman in the film series, becoming a classic memory for a generation. Unfortunately, he suffered a severe accident in 1995, resulting in quadriplegia. Despite the immense physical and mental challenges, Reeve remained strong and actively participated in public welfare activities for people with disabilities. He passed away on October 10, 2004 due to complications. more

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“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”

“Not my idea of God, but God. Not my idea of H., but H. Yes, and also not my idea of my neighbour, but my neighbour. For don't we often make this mistake as regards people who are still alive -- who are with us in the same room? Talking and acting not to the man himself but to the picture -- almost the précis -- we've made of him in our own minds? And he has to depart from it pretty widely before we even notice the fact.”

“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”