 A moment or two later he pleaded, hurry my friend, my child is still breathing. A little later he said, hurry my friend, my child is still warm. When they got to the hospital, the young girl was gone. This is a terrible task for me, the distraught man said to the reporter. I must go tell her father that his child is dead. He'll be heartbroken. The reporter was amazed. He looked at the grieving man and said, I thought she was your child. The man replied, no, but aren't they all our children?