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Hold My Hand

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 it’s bind, but in it’s bond.

So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.

This story is too short, but it carries a lot of feeling.

So never let the hand go to Whom you love.

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