Folks get lonely sometimes. Sometimes it’ll pass in a couple of hours, other times… well, it’s a sorrowful thing to feel alone in the world, especially at night. Nighttime is the worst time, ‘cause that’s when loneliness really bites. Maybe you feel that way sometimes. Well pull up a chair and listen good, ‘cause I’m gonna let you in on a secret.
Once upon a long time ago a little boy sat hunkered on a porch. Alone in the dark, he’d been whupped again and though his sobbing had ceased, he carried a heavy heart. He wasn’t a bad kid, but his Pa had a fearsome temper and a whupping was never far away in a house where praise and affection were unknown. Weren’t that his mama didn’t care. Though she tried her best, she knew her place and had little say in the upbringing of her son. It wasn’t the first time the boy had cried alone, but this night things were different. His Aunt Mabel was staying over.
Aunt Mabel knelt and put an arm around the little boy, and hugged him real close with a kindness that sent tears rolling down the boy’s cheeks.
“Levitt, please don’t cry. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but your Pa loves you, I know he does. He just doesn’t know how to show it. And your Mama loves you. She loves you so much. You’re her big boy and she’s real proud of you. And so am I. We all love you, Levitt.’”
Then Aunt Mabel told the boy something he’d remember for the rest of his life.
“Look at the stars, Levitt. See the stars? The stars always know when somebody's watching. One of them is yours and it’s looking at you right now. And when your star sees you looking up at the sky, it’ll puff out its chest and in a squeaky little starry voice it’ll shout to all the others. 'Look at me! I’m Levitt's star and he's watching me right now.’ And because your star is so proud and happy, it’ll shine brighter still. Can you see it Levitt? Can you see a star that shines more brightly than the others?”
The boy looked real hard at the sky. Sure enough, one star shone brighter than the rest.
“Wherever you go and whatever you do, remember your star is watching and you’ll never be alone. And if ever you’re sad and blue, your star will be too, and you wouldn’t want that now, would you? Now dry your eyes and put your face straight. I’ll fix you some supper.”
Well, the little boy grew up to be a lean mean rootin' tootin' fella. No matter where he went, or whatever he did, he never felt lonely anymore. Even on cloudy nights he knew his star was up there somewhere, and that was enough. So next time you're feeling lonesome just tilt your head skyward, and look for the star that shines brighter than any other. It’ll be yours.
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