Chapter: The stairs

okay .... another story from me !!! XD

The stairs

Stairs. An old staircase. Many people are already over the now rotten steps
went. The stairs have already felt many feet. But that is a long time ago. For a long time.
Nobody dares to use them. Nobody trusts her anymore. Nobody trusts that
old steps. And so the stairs are waiting. Lonely. Time flies
and the stairs are there. Useless. Nobody needs them. Why is it still there? None is
Too good to take care of her ... And so she continues to wait. On a day at
at least something changes.

There comes a little boy. He has blond curls, half hidden under a light blue cap. He is not yet confident and takes a long time to take a step without losing his balance. He comes to the stairs. And smiles. He grabs the railing with trembling fingers. He stops and moves his right foot; lifts him; and put him on the first level.And takes it step by step. He'll be safer. The rotten steps can easily carry it. The boy is upstairs. He looks bigger and more mature, more grown up. He feels bigger and more grown up. The stairs are happy. She was still useful for something. She helped a boy.

To experience success is something wonderful. And when he's so small, you should be happy about it. You can also be happy when you help someone to experience success. Even if there is only one level that one gives. The other has come a little closer to his goal.
Success is great.
To have it and to experience it at all is unique.

habsch n bissal überazogen? oÔ?
I'm not sure !! ^^ "" "
nya .... it's just weird ...
I'm looking forward to commis .... (if I get some ?!)
dat biscuit!