The Elixir

Not long ago, I observed a young man whose face had been horribly disfigured by a fire. On his lap was a beautiful child, unmarked and the essence of innocence and sweetness. I watched them in rapture because this little girl was blowing kisses and giggles and he was sending them back to her, his daughter. This was a man most people would shrink away from, but here his child was loving him with all her heart. "There's God," I thought.