No one knows this boy’s age, name or to whom he was born. After the death of a woman he had lived with and did not know if he was related to, he was on his own.
By Steve McCann at American Thinker
These increasingly agnostic and secular societies have chosen to ignore the existence of God and have instead placed more and more trust in man. The consequence of this misguided reliance and the reality of God’s outstretched helping hand is embodied in the story of a young boy from the streets of a nameless city in an unknown country.
World War II has ended and somewhere in central Europe, a solitary figure, his clothes in tatters, carefully walks around the piles of rubble and broken glass on the streets of a once-bustling city now lying in ruins. The few still-upright walls, their windows and doors blown out, appear as skeletons framed against the blue sky. No one knows this boy’s age, name or to whom he was born. After the death of a woman he had lived with and did not know if he was related to, he was on his own.
His daytime hours were spent in the never-ending pursuit of surviving for another day. The search for food was his constant companion, whether begging from the locals or foreign soldiers stationed nearby or rummaging through the garbage cans outside of military mess halls.
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