hOLD MY HANDs

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was a kind of sacred so he asked his daughter
"sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." the little girl replied, "No dad, you hold my hand
"what's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the girl, "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, there are chances that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go"

In any relationship, the
essence of trust is not in its
bind, but in its bond. So hold
the hand of the person
whom you love rather than
expecting them to hold
yours.