On the street I saw a small girl of about seven. She was cold and shivering in a thin dress with little hope of a decent meal. I became angry and said to God, "Why do you permit this? Why don't you do something about it?"
For a while God said nothing. But then that night he replied quite suddenly:
" I certainly did something about it; I made you."
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