The Story Of The Man With No Shoes
Ben and I are old school mates from back in Melbourne. It is the same school also attended by my brother Stephen who regrettably died last week.
Shortly after Stephen’s death, Ben told me an old Chinese story about the man with no shoes.
In light of the events in Martin Place this week, I thought it was worth repeating here too. Suffice to say it has been a big week for everyone in Sydney as people pick up their lives and crack on.
As a side note before I write the story, I guess I was observing from afar with a unique perspective as my own grief was unfolding.
This is the story of the man with no shoes: The man with no shoes takes pity on the man with no feet.
Stay strong Sydney. There are better days ahead, and there will be challenges too.
The wonderful thing about empathy grounded in love is that it is an inexhaustible resource.
The light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness did not overcome it.
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