Who has something to cheer me up?im sad….?
A lady wrote this many decades ago. Please take the time to read it. It always keeps things in perspective for me. Always There is a Bell By Elsie Robinson Do you remember the story of the ancient town which was drowned so long ago, yet whose bells still chime far beneath the waves when the magic hour comes? Very sad and sweet it is, that old story, and there never yet was a heart which did not move in answer to it, as if we had come upon some long forgotten part of ourselves, as indeed we have. For whoever we may be there is a golden bell in each one of us and its call is never still. Usually it is a drowned bell. For life does strange things to the goodness and beauty which are our natural heritage. Ugliness and bitterness creep over us as the slime crept over the buried walls and towers of the old town. Strange monsters come to dwell where once there had been terraced gardens and golden spires, and where once there had been singing surf and crystal sands there were now darkness and
