Last night, I accidentally dropped a glass of water on the kitchen floor.
I immediately knelt down to clear the large shards of glass that were on the floor, those were easy enough. I had some trouble with the smaller shards, and it was near impossible for just fingers to clear the “grains” of glass that were left behind. Picking up a wet cloth, I tried to wipe it away, or at least get it on the cloth so that I could wring it dry.
I was determined to clean this up right, because someone else might step on a shard and injure themselves.
And that’s when it hit me. That’s just like our hearts after they’ve been broken.