The Treasure Alice Grey wrote a story called the “The Treasure.” The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. “Oh, please, mommy, can I have them? Can I have them? Please, please, mommy?” Quickly, the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar and ninety-five cents. That’s almost two dollars. If you really want them, in no time you can save enough to buy them for yourself. Your birthday is only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.” As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny box and counted out seventeen pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and went to the neighbor’s house and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dolla...
No situation is permanent... Summer comes and goes, Autumn comes and goes. Spring and Winter goes and goes... Just keep moving whatever you are going through will pass. Never give Up.