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A father and mother kissing their dying little girl goodbye. If you are wondering why all the medic people are bowing: in less than an hour, two small children in the next room are able to live thanks to the little girl’s kidney and liver.
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Ednar 8:52 AM on 10/27/2012 Permalink |
Subject: Wooden Bowl
>The Wooden Bowl
>
>I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week
>from now, a month from now, a year from now.
>
>A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,and four-year
>Old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and
>his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
>
>But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating
>Difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the
>Glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
>
>The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do
>something about father,” said the son! “I’ve had enough of his spilled
>milk,
>noisy eating, and food on the floor.”
>
>So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather
>ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather
>had
>broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
>
>When! The family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometime he had a tear
>in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him
>were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
>
>The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
>
>One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood
>scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?”
>Just
>as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am
>Making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow
>up.”The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
>
>The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears
>started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew
>what must be done.
>
>That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to
>the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the
>family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any
>longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
>
>On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it
>seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
>
>I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she
>Handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas
>Tree lights.
>
>I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
>You’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.
>
>I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a
>”life.”
>
>I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
>
>I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt
>On both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
>
>I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if
>You focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and
>doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
>
>I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I
>Usually make the right decision.
>
>I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
>
>I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
>
>People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
>Friendly pat on the back.
>
>! I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.!
Don 7:14 PM on 10/27/2012 Permalink |
Thank you.