This is an eye witness account which happened in the City
of New York, on a cold day in December some time ago. A
little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe
store on Broadway, barefooted, peering through the window,
and shivering with cold.
A lady approached the boy and said; "My little fellow, why are
you looking so earnestly in that window?"
"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boys reply.
The lady took him by the hand and went into the store, and
asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy.
She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel.
He replied, "Certainly," and quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and,
removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet then
dried them with a towel.
By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a
pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes,
and tying up the remaining pairs of socks, gave them to him.
She patted him on the head and said, "My little fellow, do you
feel more comfortable now?"
As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand,
and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered
the question with these words, "Are you God's Wife?"
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Good Morning!
A sweet little boy surprised his grandmother one morning and brought
her a cup of coffee. He made it himself and was so proud. He anxiously
waited to hear the verdict on the quality of the coffee. The grandmother
had never in her life had such a bad cup of coffee, and as she forced
down the last sip she noticed three of those little green army guys in
the bottom of the cup.
She asked, "Honey, why would three little green army guys be in the
bottom of my cup?"
Her grandson replied, "You know grandma, it's like on TV, The best part
of waking up is soldiers in your cup."
A sweet little boy surprised his grandmother one morning and brought
her a cup of coffee. He made it himself and was so proud. He anxiously
waited to hear the verdict on the quality of the coffee. The grandmother
had never in her life had such a bad cup of coffee, and as she forced
down the last sip she noticed three of those little green army guys in
the bottom of the cup.
She asked, "Honey, why would three little green army guys be in the
bottom of my cup?"
Her grandson replied, "You know grandma, it's like on TV, The best part
of waking up is soldiers in your cup."
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The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE My Mommy can do anything!
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8 YEARS OF AGE My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
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12 YEARS OF AGE My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
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14 YEARS OF AGE Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
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16 YEARS OF AGE Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
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18 YEARS OF AGE That old woman? She's way out of date!
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25 YEARS OF AGE Well, she might know a little bit about it.
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35 YEARS OF AGE Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
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45 YEARS OF AGE Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
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65 YEARS OF AGE Wish I could talk it over with Mom...
4 YEARS OF AGE My Mommy can do anything!
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8 YEARS OF AGE My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
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12 YEARS OF AGE My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
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14 YEARS OF AGE Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
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16 YEARS OF AGE Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
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18 YEARS OF AGE That old woman? She's way out of date!
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25 YEARS OF AGE Well, she might know a little bit about it.
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35 YEARS OF AGE Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
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45 YEARS OF AGE Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
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65 YEARS OF AGE Wish I could talk it over with Mom...
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In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - you see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies - you see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
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Toddlers' Property Laws
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down,
it automatically becomes mine.
10 If it's broken, it's yours.
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down,
it automatically becomes mine.
10 If it's broken, it's yours.
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The Pretty One
This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our
Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me.
Precious, our only black Cocker was having a very difficult time
with the delivery of her puppies.
I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage
watching her every movement. I was watching and waiting just in
case we had to rush her to the veterinarian.
After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born
was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies
were tan and brown in color.
The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One,
two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down
the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was
fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare
bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now lying
all by itself over to the side of the cage.
I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile
of puppies, which were whining and trying to nurse on the
mother. Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from
rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her
family.
"Something's wrong," said Judy. I reached over and picked up
the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little
puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth.
We had gone through this once before last year with another one
of our cockers. That experience like to have killed me when the
puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save
this animal I was going to give it my best shot.
All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small
hare-lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual
coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred
dollars each.
The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing
could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand
dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the
puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle.
After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford
to spend that kind of money without getting some type of
assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live.
However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and
feeding the puppy by hand, which I did every day and night,
every two hours, for more than ten days.
The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a
week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one
with the deformity.
The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was
soft canned food.
Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few
groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired
school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at
me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and
was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson.
I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my
eyes open for anyone else who might have a cocker spaniel for
sale. I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone
change their mind, and if so I would let her know.
Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by
their new owners.
This left me with one brown and tan cocker, as well as the
smaller hare-lipped puppy.
Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman
who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I
telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left
and that she was welcome to come and look at it.
She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and
would come over about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I
were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door.
When I opened the door, the man who had placed a $100 deposit
on the dog was standing there. We walked inside where I filled
out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I
handed him the puppy.
Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed
up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the
doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was the school
teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to
her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before and there
were no puppies left.
"I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her
grandson.
Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began
to yelp.
"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from
behind his grandmother.
I just about fell over when I saw that the small child was hare-
lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could down the
hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of
us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy
in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look
Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and
he looks just like me."
Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes
that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher.
"My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and
that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy
who was now hugging the puppy.
"Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale."
The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred
dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and
pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not
pull her wallet out.
"How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy.
"About a dollar?" He replied.
"No. This puppy is very, very expensive; more than a dollar."
I told him.
"I'm afraid so." said his grandmother.
The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek.
"We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this
puppy," Judy said squeezing my hand. "Like you said, 'It's the
pretty one'". She continued.
The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the
young boy.
"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."
I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to
look at themselves in the mirror and see nothing, except "The
pretty one."
There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond
the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that
shines in your heart.
This was the last litter of puppies we were going to allow our
Cocker Spaniel to have. It had been a very long night for me.
Precious, our only black Cocker was having a very difficult time
with the delivery of her puppies.
I laid on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage
watching her every movement. I was watching and waiting just in
case we had to rush her to the veterinarian.
After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first born
was a black and white party dog. The second and third puppies
were tan and brown in color.
The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One,
two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down
the hallway to wake up Judy and tell her that everything was
fine. As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare
bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now lying
all by itself over to the side of the cage.
I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile
of puppies, which were whining and trying to nurse on the
mother. Instantly Precious pushed the small puppy away from
rest of the group and refused to recognize it as a member of her
family.
"Something's wrong," said Judy. I reached over and picked up
the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little
puppy was hare-lipped and could not close its little mouth.
We had gone through this once before last year with another one
of our cockers. That experience like to have killed me when the
puppy died and I had to bury it. If there was any way to save
this animal I was going to give it my best shot.
All the puppies born that night, with the exception of the small
hare-lipped pup, were very valuable because of their unusual
coloring. Most would bring between five to seven hundred
dollars each.
The next day I took the puppy to the vet. I was told nothing
could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand
dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the
puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle.
After returning home Judy and I decided that we could not afford
to spend that kind of money without getting some type of
assurances from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live.
However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and
feeding the puppy by hand, which I did every day and night,
every two hours, for more than ten days.
The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a
week we had taken deposits on all of the pups, except the one
with the deformity.
The little guy had learned to eat on his own as long as it was
soft canned food.
Late that afternoon I had gone to the store to pick up a few
groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired
school teacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at
me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies for sale and
was wondering if she might buy one from us for her grandson.
I told her all the puppies had been sold, but I would keep my
eyes open for anyone else who might have a cocker spaniel for
sale. I also mentioned we never kept a deposit should someone
change their mind, and if so I would let her know.
Within days all but one of the puppies had been picked up by
their new owners.
This left me with one brown and tan cocker, as well as the
smaller hare-lipped puppy.
Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman
who had placed a deposit on the tan and brown pup. So I
telephoned the school teacher and told her I had one puppy left
and that she was welcome to come and look at it.
She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and
would come over about eight o'clock that evening. Judy and I
were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door.
When I opened the door, the man who had placed a $100 deposit
on the dog was standing there. We walked inside where I filled
out the paperwork, he paid me the balance of the money, and I
handed him the puppy.
Judy and I did not know what to do or say if the teacher showed
up with her grandson. Sure enough at exactly eight o'clock the
doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was the school
teacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to
her the man had come for the puppy just an hour before and there
were no puppies left.
"I'm sorry, Jeffery. They sold all the puppies," she told her
grandson.
Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began
to yelp.
"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from
behind his grandmother.
I just about fell over when I saw that the small child was hare-
lipped. The boy ran past me as fast as he could down the
hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of
us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy
in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look
Grandma. They sold all the puppies except the pretty one, and
he looks just like me."
Well, old Grandma wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes
that day. Judy and I stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Is this puppy for sale?" asked the school teacher.
"My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and
that I have to take real good care of it," said the little boy
who was now hugging the puppy.
"Yes, ma'am. This puppy is for sale."
The lady opened her purse, and I could see several one-hundred
dollar bills sticking out of her wallet. I reached over and
pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not
pull her wallet out.
"How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy.
"About a dollar?" He replied.
"No. This puppy is very, very expensive; more than a dollar."
I told him.
"I'm afraid so." said his grandmother.
The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek.
"We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this
puppy," Judy said squeezing my hand. "Like you said, 'It's the
pretty one'". She continued.
The school teacher took out two dollars and handed it to the
young boy.
"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."
I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to
look at themselves in the mirror and see nothing, except "The
pretty one."
There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond
the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that
shines in your heart.
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That's a beautiful story, sis! Thanks.
I went to pick out a puppy a long time ago. The lady open the garage door and the mother and several puppies came scrambling out. One, left the "pack" and ran headlong down the lawn and right into the lake, followed closely by his mother, who promptly grabbed him by the back of the neck, drug him up on the grass and barked at him! Guess which one went home with me? Fifteen years - what a great dog!
Love ya,
Deborah
I went to pick out a puppy a long time ago. The lady open the garage door and the mother and several puppies came scrambling out. One, left the "pack" and ran headlong down the lawn and right into the lake, followed closely by his mother, who promptly grabbed him by the back of the neck, drug him up on the grass and barked at him! Guess which one went home with me? Fifteen years - what a great dog!
Love ya,
Deborah
First star to the right, then straight on 'till mornin!
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Darlene,
I can't imagine how big your heart is! This is the first time I looked
here since you gave the first story. They were wonderful stories about
our lives and the things in us that are important. The last about the
puppy really got the tears flowing. My wife and I love animals.
We had a colt several years ago that was born with one blind eye. A
family near us had a daughter. They lived on a farm and had a few
livestock and menagerie of animals. The daughter loved this colt.
My wife gave it to her. These people were really scaping by. The
daughter and family loved and trained this horse. It turned into
a great riding horse. Usually horses with one bad eye are prone
to spooking on the trail. This horse trusts this girl, now a woman.
Thanks so much,
Kersten
I can't imagine how big your heart is! This is the first time I looked
here since you gave the first story. They were wonderful stories about
our lives and the things in us that are important. The last about the
puppy really got the tears flowing. My wife and I love animals.
We had a colt several years ago that was born with one blind eye. A
family near us had a daughter. They lived on a farm and had a few
livestock and menagerie of animals. The daughter loved this colt.
My wife gave it to her. These people were really scaping by. The
daughter and family loved and trained this horse. It turned into
a great riding horse. Usually horses with one bad eye are prone
to spooking on the trail. This horse trusts this girl, now a woman.
Thanks so much,
Kersten
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Hello;
Over the last few years I have written a couple of stories about BUTTERFLIES. The stories are both quite long ( To long for me to retype here right now. I will give you the short versions of both.
THE BUTTERFLY
By: Shirley(SO)
A butterfly was in the meadow that she was born in. She was being chased quite a bit. She was evenually chased into another meadow.
She made new friends there. They had also been chased because they were different. After awhile she left.
She went from meadow to meadow searching for other Butterflies like herself. One day she found a meadow that she thought she could finally be happy in. She had met other butterflies with her same markings or very much like herself.
The CACOON
By Shirley(SO)
A caterpillar felt very alone. Her playmates were either eaten, moved on or she was shuned by the others. So one day she found a place to build a cacoon for herself.
The cacoon was so warm and comforting. She felt safe and protected.
She grew and changed. She was afraid to leave but it was getting very tight.
She was afraid of how the new world would treat her. One day she had no choice. The cacoon was getting way to tight. She climbed out of her cacoon.
She unfurled her wing and discovered she was no longer an ackward caterpiller but now a beautiful butterfly....
I hope you enjoyed the short versions....... Shirley(SO)
Over the last few years I have written a couple of stories about BUTTERFLIES. The stories are both quite long ( To long for me to retype here right now. I will give you the short versions of both.
THE BUTTERFLY
By: Shirley(SO)
A butterfly was in the meadow that she was born in. She was being chased quite a bit. She was evenually chased into another meadow.
She made new friends there. They had also been chased because they were different. After awhile she left.
She went from meadow to meadow searching for other Butterflies like herself. One day she found a meadow that she thought she could finally be happy in. She had met other butterflies with her same markings or very much like herself.
The CACOON
By Shirley(SO)
A caterpillar felt very alone. Her playmates were either eaten, moved on or she was shuned by the others. So one day she found a place to build a cacoon for herself.
The cacoon was so warm and comforting. She felt safe and protected.
She grew and changed. She was afraid to leave but it was getting very tight.
She was afraid of how the new world would treat her. One day she had no choice. The cacoon was getting way to tight. She climbed out of her cacoon.
She unfurled her wing and discovered she was no longer an ackward caterpiller but now a beautiful butterfly....
I hope you enjoyed the short versions....... Shirley(SO)
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Hi Shirley(SO),
I must plead guilty to not visiting this section of the forum as often as I should. I had completely missed these.
The Butterfly story very much describes my feelings about finding this forum and the Cocoon reflects how I feel about leaving my closet and stepping out into the daylight.
Thank you for reminding me to visit here more often.
I must plead guilty to not visiting this section of the forum as often as I should. I had completely missed these.
The Butterfly story very much describes my feelings about finding this forum and the Cocoon reflects how I feel about leaving my closet and stepping out into the daylight.
Thank you for reminding me to visit here more often.
Whatever you accomplish in life is a manifestation not so much of what you do, as of what you believe deeply within yourself that you deserve. - Les Brown