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,
sometimes 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 four things: a rainy day,
the elderly, 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! I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you
care about.I just did. NOTICE AT THE END, THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED. GONNA
GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable
--angels have walked beside me all my life--and they still do.*********************This
is to all of you who mean something to me, I pray for your happiness. The Candle
Of Love, Hope & Friendship()|---||---||---| This candle was lit on the 15th
of September, 1998. Someone who loves you has helped keep it alive by sending it
to you.Don't let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die! Pass It On To
All Of Your Friends and Everyone You Love! May God richly bless you!Please keep
this candle alive Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
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