Mister, will you help me?⁴⁰

Two days later, a little child, even younger than the other little girl, was on her way to school when I ran by quite fast. All of a sudden she said, “Mister!” There were no cars, but she wanted me to help her cross the street. So very slowly I walked across the street with her. I didn’t even need to hold her hand, because there was no traffic. As soon as we had crossed the street, she thanked me and entered into a little school.