It was a large, impressive waiting room stocked with the latest magazines and furnished with the finest of furniture. On this particular day the place was packed with people waiting to see one of several physicians. In one corner of that waiting room, there sat an elderly lady crying. At first, she cried quietly, but as the hopes and fears of all years gushed forward she began to weep openly. There was a little boy sitting across the room playing with toys he found in his mother's purse. As the elderly lady wept, the little boy was moved. He climbed down from his chair and toddled over to the lady and touching her on the cheek said, “It's all right, it's all right, everything is going to be all right!"

“It's all right, it's all right, everything is going to be all right." Is that a trite …