Hold MY Hand

From Arpil 5, 2011

A young girl and her dad were crossing an old, rickety bridge. Her dad said, "Please hold my hand so you don't fall into the river." The little girl replied, "No, dad, I want YOU to hold MY hand." Puzzled, the dad asked, "What's the difference?" She replied "There's a big difference. If I hold your hand, I may stumble and accidently let go. But if you hold my hand, I know that no matter what happens, you will never let go."

Here's the way I see it: The essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. Look no further for printers you can trust every step of the way.

Vincent Hvizda