Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some stay for a while and leave footprints in our hearts. Your kind smile or pat on the back just might pull someone back from the edge. The human spirit is stronger than anything that happens to it. Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it. If it wasn't hard everyone would be doing it.