I met a little girl tonight.
Suneela is from Uganda. She is eight.
Two years ago she came home and saw four neighbors surrounding her mother's covered body. One of them put their arms around her and told her that her father had hung himself after murdering her mother.
The only other family Suneela had were her paternal grandparents. They wanted nothing to do with her and her brothers since they blamed the children's mother for their son's death.
If any person on this big, spinning world of ours has a right to be hopeless, to feel forgotten, it is Suneela. But she was not hopeless, she was full of joy. She had traveled over 8,000 miles to tell us this one thing:
I met a little girl tonight.I am not forgotten. I am not forgotten. I am not forgotten.God knows my name. He knows my name.Help for the helpness. Strength over weakness. Joy over sadness.He knows my name.Father to the fatherless. Friend to the friendless. Hope for the hopeless.He knows my name.
I hugged her small body and felt her arms squeeze me tight.
I looked in her face and saw only joy. He knows my name.
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