I knew a man who told me this story. Someone came to him when he, like you, no longer knew what to do. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more I can do\u201d, he said. \u201cI\u2019m stuck in a dead end\u201d. Then something occurred to him \u2013 he who told me this \u2013 and he explained:<\/p>\n
\u201cThis reminds me of the small passages from one street to the next, called \u2018ginnels\u2019. You can only get through them on foot. They are not much wider than a man. In the area I live, I know a dead end like you describe. When you go in, it goes no further, as is the case with dead ends. But with this dead end it is different, and I believe there are more like it: When you go right to the end, you find the ginnel somewhere on the side, quite inconspicuous between the houses.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I knew a man who told me this story. Someone came to him when he, like you, no longer knew what to do. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more I can do\u201d, he said. \u201cI\u2019m stuck in a dead end\u201d. Then something occurred … Continue reading