If it doesn't rain

“An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises."  Mae West
The young man poured his heart out on a letter to the girl of his dreams.

"Sweetheart, I'd climb the highest mountain, swim the widest river; cross the burning desert... die at the stake for you. P.S. I'll see you on Saturday, if it doesn't rain."

He broke her heart.
This is an illustration I used in one of my Saturday classes with a group of young teens. It is a lesson in commitment. The story still tugs at my heart today... leaves me uneasy about "commitment" of this sort.

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