There was an old Shoemaker who used to run a shop near my home. He was referred to as the man who returned from the dead. You see, he was found in his shop one day slumped over his machines. A doctor was called and he pronounced him dead. On the way to the mortuary, the attendant noticed life. He was rushed to the hospital where in two days time he was on the road to recovery. Such incidents are rare, thank goodness, but I think such a happening points out that many of us are too hasty in writing someone off as "lost". I have a friend who will always give a man another chance. When the rest of the world has finally turned its back on a person, this gentleman will give a man one more chance. True, the people he helps often let him down, but by the same token, his helping hand has guided many sad cases back from the very brink of self destruction. I think this man feels compelled to act as he does because he himself was picked up out of the gutter many years ago by someone else who refused to write off a human soul. I think there must be no greater reward in life than restoring a man's self-respect.
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