“I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?" I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold." Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.” — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“During the night, angels stared down through the stars into Jacob's world. They watched him sleep. They commented on the way his body folded… — Noah BenShea Copy Share Image
“A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek… — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“A miracle is often the willingness to see the common in an uncommon way.” — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?" I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold." Mr.… — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“I don't pray because it makes sense to pray. I pray because my life doesn't make sense without prayer.” — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“Either the key to a man's wallet is in his heart, or the key to a man's heart is in his wallet. So, unless… — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
