There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?