Hold my hand . . .
> >>
> >> A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was
> >> kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please
> >> hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl
> >> said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the
> >> puzzled father..
> >>
> >> "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your
> >> hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your
hand
> >> go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what
> >> happens, you will never let my hand go." In any relationship, the
> >> essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the
hand
> >> of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours
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