I was playing tennis with my brothers and Maurice, a neighborhood trouble-maker, wanted to fight. He stole a ball and proceeded to verbally abuse me, my family and my mother. I felt truly sorry for him - his was a life without a present, loving father. And yet, I truly felt that I should still apply the Gospel of today. So, after having a tennis ball stolen, I proceeded to "give" him a racket too.
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