Father,

I’ve been meaning to tell you, how unprepared and vain I was two days ago. I was sick and barely could speak but that is never an excuse, since You chose me and you never let me down in anything I should not others, either.

There was a man on the bus to where we usually never travel. Honestly, I was unable to like him, he was fearful, big, tattooed and dressed as a biker, smoking in the stop, having a grim look and sunglasses.

I didn’t find the place in myself to open my heart unconditionally, I was even accusing him inside why he was travelling that way.

Then, in the crowded coach a young mother offered seat for me and my baby boy, as I recognized she was the only one with a specific ethnic background, yet, she had only the heart of Yours, even helping…