It’s Story of Little boy who Wanted to meet God

It’s Story of Little boy who Wanted to meet God. So, He packed his suitcase with Twinkies and Juice for his long trip to meet God and started his journey.

About three blocks away he saw a long-haired, beard biker sitting by his motorcycle in a park relaxing amongst nature. Boy sat down next to that biker and opened his suitcase. When the boy was about to take out the twinkie from his case to eat, he noticed that the little boy looked hungry and he offered the biker a twinkie.

Biker gratefully accepted it and smiled warmly at the boy. Boy found his smile so pretty that he wanted to see that smile again, so he offered juice to the biker wishing to see that smile again. Again accepting juice, the biker smiled nicely at the boy. Child was delighted.

Both of them sat all afternoon there munching twinkies and drinking juice, Smiling happily but never exchanged a word. As darkness came, the boy realized that it was time to leave and got up and walked a few steps. Suddenly he turned back to the man(biker) and gave him a hug. Biker gave Biggest and Warmest smile ever as the boy ran off back to his home.

When the boy opened the door of his house and entered the house his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. Mother asked him, “What did you do today which made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God. You know what, he has the coolest motorcycle I have ever seen.” His mother just stood there surprised by the reply of the boy.

Meanwhile, the biker returned to his home radiant with joy. His pet was so awestruck by the look of peace on his face that he asked, “What did you did today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I ate twinkies with God in the park. You know God’s much younger than I expected.”

Moral: We often underestimate the Power of Touch, Smile, Kind Words, Smallest act of Caring, All of which have the Potential to Turn a Life around.

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