From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia
Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.
The people of the day were concerned.
Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael.
When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,
Why can’t you share your bed?
The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It is where you are most vulnerable. It is the greatest act of trust.
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