Today, while I was on the bus from school, someone hit the head over the floor.
Because I was on the second floor of the double-decker, I didn't see the person's face nor know the detail, but form the voices from below I knew that the person was a middle-aged woman.
For me, this person is an acquaintance, but for her, I'm not even an acquaintance since she even didn't know that "I" was on the second floor.
But even a person like me, who doesn't exist in her world, can do one thing for her.
"PRAY."
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The loving thoughts of strangers do great good, I think. I didn't quite understand, however, this accident. Was the woman inside the bus, and lost consciousness and fell down? Or did the bus hit her?
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