Jesus is Holding My Hand

I started school with all the exuberance of a normal six-year-old. “Remember be kind to everyone, in what you say and do.”  Mama said, “For remember, Jesus is holding your hand!” After two years, I changed schools. Our own school!  New Friends!  It seemed wonderful.  It was easy to remember, Jesus was holding my hand! Another two years, my best friend left the school.  Things started to change.  I had no friends in my room.  Kids became cruel. They said cruel things.  It became...