I was sent an email last week that was very touching. "It appears that 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." There were several winners, but I am not going to share them all with you. Two of them really stuck out and I thought today would be a good day for a feel good moment. The first story is about "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.'" Have you ever been in a situation where just holding someone was enough? When each of my parents passed away....there were several times when people just held me, said nothing, and "helped me cry." If you were one of those....and you know who you are...thanks! The second one is probably my most favorite. It is a story about Jamie Scott and the storyteller says, "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.'" I have to remind myself from time to time that there are no small parts....only small actors. Sometimes I am not satisfied to just clap and cheer....I want to be the headliner....and then I have to remember....it takes everyone to make a production a success. The last one is a tear jerker. "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 reply. 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?'" What a powerful story. True? I don't know...but you know it really doesn't matter....it could be true....I'd like to think it is true. I would love to think there is someone out there just like this....I wish I could say it was me....sometimes it might be me....other's....I am ashamed to say....no one would mistake me for God's wife. I think today, in light of all the disaster we have had in this state in the last few days....that I am going to make a conscious decision....to be more like God's Wife. How about you?
To Joey, With Love....WINNER!
11 months ago