Why?

              On the street I saw a small girl
              cold and shivering in a thin dress,
              with little hope of a decent meal.
              I became angry and said to God:
              "Why did you permit this?
              Why don't you do something about it?"
              For awhile God said nothing.
              that night he replied, quite suddenly:
              "I certainly did something about it.
              I made you."

                                          Author Unknown
 
 

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