The Whispering Bridge
Crossing From Fear to Understanding
A bridge over a quiet river whispered advice to those who crossed alone. Some heard courage, others clarity, others forgiveness. A stubborn man who trusted no one crossed it nightly, hearing nothing. One night, he paused midway and whispered, “I’m listening now.” The bridge creaked softly, and for the first time, he heard a gentle voice: “Begin with yourself.” He walked home with steps lighter than he’d taken in years.
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