Thursday, September 25, 2008

Small Stories that can touch ur soul...........

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he
was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the
most caring child.

The winner was:

A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly
gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man
cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed
onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the
little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'
(This one is for each of you - be a soul mate to anyone and
everyone.... we need you and your empathy/compassion. ..)

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Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of
a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair
color than the other members. One of her students suggested that
he was adopted.

A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption, I was adopted..'

'What does it mean to be adopted?' asked another child.

'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart
instead of her tummy!'
(This one is for all mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and 'moms at
heart'....'teachers ,' need I go on?)

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On my way home one day, I stopped to watch a Little League base
ball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat
down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the
boys what the score was.

'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered with a smile.

'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you don't look very
discouraged. '

'Discouraged? ', the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face...

'Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet.'
(This is for all my sports-minded friends...)

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Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think
about little Jamie Scott.

Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother
told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she
feared he would not be chosen.

On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him
after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and
excitement. 'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those
words that will remain a lesson to me.....'I've been chosen to
clap and cheer.' (This one is for all my fine arts people who
work with children. May children NEVER be told they can be the
'pine trees' in the Christmas program....)

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An eye witness account from New York City , on a cold day in
December, some years ago:

A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe
store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and
shivering with cold.

A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such
deep thought staring in that window!'

'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,' was the boy's

The lady took him by the hand, 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
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, and
dried them with the 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.

She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him..
She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more
comfortable now.'

As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand,
and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her,
'Are you God's wife?'

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