Upon a doorstep, a child lay. The woman who set him down leaned over and whispered to him, and what she said would remain with the boy forever.
When the child was crying, he would remember.
When he was alone, he recalled them.
And when he received a letter, many years later, he smiled softly and repeated them to himself.
When he was running to help his friend.
When he was hiding from the people who hurt him
When the only ties he had to his family died.
When he was crashing through brush, and tripping over logs, to escape.
When he was struck down, to rise again.
And when many years later, as he lay dying, he remembered the words, and then he was gone.
