Diversity

I have just read a book by Carolee Dean, by the title of "Comfort".

It is about a high school boy from a town in US called Comfort, whose ex-con-father had just left the prison, intending to start afresh, but very much a coward, trying to avoid facing the reality. The boy's mother seemed like a very mean woman who ill-treated him, and making him work excessively without paying him any dime. Their little cafe wasn't making money, his mum hoped that her husband would one day become a very popular country singer, realising his dream (in fact that's her dream) ...

The boy tried to find comfort at school, in poetry. He wanted to run away from home, at the end, decided that there's a better way of escaping, towards real freedom, going face-to-face with his own life, the reality. Towards the end of the book, something was mentioned which I thought is very meaningful, also similar to a short prose I wrote some times ago about "Colours of the Universe". Here's how it goes:

What do any of us have in common? Diverse, yet all the same. We breathe the same air. We bleed the same red blood. We dream the same dreams of freedom and of hope. And in the end we are all saved by simple acts of kindness."

The boy in the story then went on to recite a poem by Naomi Shibab Nye - "Kindness".
A very simple story, yet moving!