"Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God."
From "Tortilla Flat" by John Steinbeck
When my brother was a teenager, he saw a motorcycle for sale in the neighbour's yard. He set his heart on it, and prayed for a way to get money to buy it. Turns out my mother, worried for his safety, was praying fervently that he wouldn't be able to buy it. Someone's prayer won't be answered.
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