Power of holding hands

I was sitting on a beach one summer day , watching two children ,
a boy and a girl,playing in the sand.

They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the water's edge,
with gates and towers and moats and internal passages.

Just when they had nearly finishedtheir project, a big wave came along and
knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand.

I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened
to all their hardwork. But they surprised me.

Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing
and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle.

I realised that they had taught me an important lesson.

All the things in our lives , all the complicated structures we spent
so much time and energycreating , are built on sand.
Only our relationships to other people endure.

Sooner or later , the wave will come along and knock down
what we have worked so hard to build up.

When that happens , only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh….