A flood once washed away a poor
man’s home and mill, taking with it
everything he owned in the world. He stood at the scene of his great loss,
broken hearted and discouraged. Yet after the waters had subsided, he saw
something shining in the riverbanks that the flood had washed bare. “It looks
like gold”, he said. And it was gold. The storm that had impoverished him made
him rich. So it is oftentimes in life.
-Henry clay Trumbull
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