There is a marvellous story of a man who once stood before God, his heart breaking from the injustice and pain in the world. "Dear God," he cried out, "look at all the suffering, the anguish and distress in your world.  Why don't you send help?"

On his first day of kindergarten, my friend's son was asked by his teacher whether he'd prefer to be called Alex, or Alexander.  "Well," he replied,
"my mommy usually calls me Sweetheart."

- Elaine Munro

Shortly after we moved to a small farm, we decided we'd buy a milk cow.  Responding to a newspaper ad, I drove to the dairy farm of a Dutch immigrant.  I selected a cow, and the farmer and I agreed on a price, but he wouldn't take a personal cheque.
As my dad, who had accompanied me, and I turned to leave, he asked the farmer where in Holland he was from.  He named a region and Dad said he had been through it during World War II.  The farmer looked at Dad and asked, "You were a Canadian soldier?"  Dad nodded.  Choking back emotion, the man said, "When we were starving, the Canadian soldiers saved us."
Not only was my cheque good but the farmer insisted, "This cow has a calf; you take it, too."

*I don't have a kid-brother