Sometimes you’re THE ONE. When you're not, that part of you that wants recognition can crave it (while forgetting the burden of visibility, responsibility and blame that go with it).
Sometimes you’re the one who influences THE ONE. No one knows who you are, but you’re forever a part of what comes after (and you may never know it)…
The minister did not come that morning; he was snowed up, I suppose. At last, a very thin-looking man,* a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach. Now, it is well that preachers should be instructed; but this man was really stupid. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had little else to say. The text was,…
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