At forty, Franz Kafka, who had no children, was walking through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for the lost doll.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter ‘written’ by the doll saying, “Please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life. During his meetings with the little girl, Kafka read the letters the doll purportedly wrote to her. They were all about wonderful adventures and conversations the doll had on all her trips. The girl found them irresistible and adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (of course, not the original…he bought one) he presented it to the little girl saying her doll had returned to Berlin. “It doesn’t look like my doll at all,” said the girl, about ready to cry. Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “My travels have changed me.” The little girl hugged the new doll and took her home, happy. A year later Kafka died.

Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter, signed by Kafka, it said, “Many things you love will probably be lost, but in the end, other things you love will return to replace what you lost.

One random act of kindness at a time adds up to a World changed for the better.
Be the change.

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