I don’t understand it, but . . .

A friend sent me the story that follows below. I could find no author to credit, but I located the website on which it appears: Wreckless Faith. Here’s the story:

Newspaper boyA little boy was selling newspapers on a corner as people, but he was so cold that he was trying harder to stay as warm as he could than he was selling papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, “Mister, you wouldn’t happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would youYou see, I sleep in a box around the corner there and down the alley, and it’s going to be awful cold in there tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay.” Continue reading