You live a good, long life, are rich, successful, loved, admired, revered by some, one of the greatest in your field, a peerless reputation.

And your beautiful boy dies at age 4.

You would trade everything you have, everything you’ve received, everything you’ve ever done.

But your son won’t come back, ever.

All you can do now is pray that maybe somehow, though you don’t deserve it, though you received your rewards on Earth, in life, that maybe God might see to it to let you just visit heaven, that’s all.

“Time can break your heart, have you begging — please.”

Eric Clapton is not god, nor you.

Start now on the deserving.


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