Sunday, January 23, 2005

I saw this story and it make me cry so I wanted to share it with you so it can touch your heart as well.

The story goes that some time ago a mother
punished her 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expen sive wrapping paper.
Money was tight and she became even more upset when the c hild used
the gold paper to decorate a box to put under
the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her
mother the next morning and said, "This is for
you, Mamma."

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her
anger
flared again when she opened the box
and found it was empty.

She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.
"Don't you know,
young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
something inside the package?"

She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh,
Mamma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her
arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her
thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time
later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed
for
all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced
difficult
problems she would open the
box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the
child who
had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given
a
Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children,
family and friends. There is no more precious possession anyone could
hold.

And this one too.
I believe whatever God has in store for us will be for us. The poem is very
true, unfortunately. Make sure you "read" the poem!




This is the poem:
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
be too late. Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and
family, for they have helped make you the person that
you are today.

I thought these were so sad but true.