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There once was a young lady who was always feeble and
frail; super sensitive to every little hush of wind or
drop of rain; constantly fainting because it was all too
much on every level, or so she thought.
One day, she had taken a journey on a coach to visit her
long suffering physician. On the coach were also a
number of young orphaned children who were to be
delivered to a nunnery in the big town where the young
lady was headed. Halfway on the journey, the coachman
had a heart attack and died, leaving his hapless
occupants all alone in the middle of a scary forest.
No-one was around to come to their rescue; and the young
woman was about to go into her usual fainting fit when
she found herself surrounded by the orphans, who were no
higher than her waist; one tugged on her skirts and
asked, "Are we all going to die now?"
And that day, the following night and the next day, the
young woman learned a lot about herself, about her
strength and her capacity to not just save herself, but
others, too. |