heeding the needy's cry

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The following story was narrated by a man several years ago. And it proves that heeding someone's cry for help today may be the solution to your cry tomorrow."Ten years ago, I left home to trade my goods, and on my way home, I bought a doll for my daughter Dollie. Nobody but a parent can understand how my heart lingered on that toy. Night set in before I was a mile from town, it was as dark as pitch, but I knew this road so well that I could have felt my way home if I had to. There was a storm and finally the rain fell in torrents. I rode my horse as fast as possible, but suddenly I heard a little cry, like a child's voice. I stopped short and listened. I heard it again. I called and the voice answered me, but I couldn't see anything. Then I began to wonder. I'm not a timid man, but folks knew that as a cattle driver, I'd usually carry money with me. I thought then that it might be a trap to rob and murder me. The bits of coward that hides itself in most men showed itself to me and I was half inclined to run away, but once more I heard that pitiful cry and said to myself, 'if any man's child is out there, Anthony Haunt is not the man to let him lie there and die'. I searched and found this child that seemed tired to death and soon cried herself to sleep in my bossom. Then I rode on, there I caught a sight of my window. But when I got in the front yard, I could sense that something was wrong. I entered and saw my wife weeping with mourners around her. 'What is it friends!' I cried out, and one said 'nothing', and she asked, 'what is in your hand?' I replied, ' a poor lost child'. I handed the child to her. As I lifted up the 'little thing', I saw the face of my own child, my Dolly. While her mum was working, she wandered away from home and couldn't trace her way back home. I went on my knees and thanked God before them all. I wondered how I could bear to go on living if I had not stopped when I heard the cry for help on the road."