Saving the World — Plan B.

Seven years. Familiar cries seeping down my little own girl’s face. Laying on the bed, suffocating from within. Mutti, my wise German mother sat next to me on the bed.

“Stephanie, are you trying to save the world again?” I nodded. “Well? Could you save it today?” I rolled over, my messy blond hair filled with snot. With my puffy eyes, I looked up at her soft face. “Nein Mutti.” I could not.

“Do you know why you cannot save the world Stephanie? Because you do not have the tools, do you?” I did not. “Then it is not your job. If God wanted you to take on this work, he would have given you the means and the capacity.”

“What you can do is be kind to your neighbors, give a smile to a stranger and hold someone’s hand in need. You may not save the world Stephanie, but you may save a soul.” — Mutti.