The Church
My mom was very committed in our church. She would always find time to go clean the church after every midweek and weekend service. So, the church offered to take care of the hospital bills. They took care of the bills while she was in coma. I and my brother usually make out time to go visit her. I would always sit beside her bed and cry, praying to God to heal her and bring her back. We kept visiting until school resumption.
When my brother returned to school, he was influenced by his peers and eventually became a gangster. He started living like a wayward child. I felt so bad because I couldn't talk him out of it, and anytime I tried, he kept on saying we don't have parents and that God doesn't have any plans for us. When he says these things, they leave me very sad and speechless.
The church was still kind to us and went a step further, irrespectively of how my brother chose to lead his life. They took care of our school fees and ensured everything needed for our educational growth was provided. I've never seen a church so kind.
