Little things that can make a difference...

Discussion in 'Games, Jokes, and Fun!' started by Mahonri, Dec 6, 2008.

  1. Mahonri

    Mahonri Urban Desert Chicken Enthusiast Premium Member

    May 14, 2008
    North Phoenix
    My Coop
    I've seen this before, I just thought it was a great "Christmas Time" message.

    Enjoy. M


    I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

    I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

    Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

    'Hello, Barry, how are you today?'

    'Hello, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank you. Just admiring them peas. They sure look good.'

    'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

    'Fine. Getting stronger all the time.'

    'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

    'No, Sir. Just admiring the peas.'

    'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

    'No, sir. Got nothing to pay for 'em with.'

    'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

    'All I have is my prize marble here.'

    'Is that right? Let me see it,' said Miller.

    'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

    'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

    'Not 'zackley, but almost.'

    'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble,' Mr. Miller told the boy.

    'Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller.'

    Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

    With a smile, she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'

    I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys and their bartering for marbles.

    Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community, and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening, and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

    Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts. All were very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

    Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

    Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

    'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ' traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size, they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now Jim would consider himself the richest man in
    Idaho.' With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

    The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

    Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh cup of hot chocolate that you didn't make yourself; An unexpected phone call from an old friend; Green stoplights on your way to work; The fastest line at the grocery store; A good sing-along song on the radio; Your keys found right where you left them.


    You are the prize your ancestors worked so hard to achieve, and you carry inside of you their genes - and therefore the traits - that made them successful. Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or to lose.
  2. BayCityBabe

    BayCityBabe Chillin' With My Peeps

    May 1, 2008
    Beautiful story. I am touched. Thank you.
  3. luvmychicknkids

    luvmychicknkids Canning Squirrel

    Mar 6, 2008
    Floresville, Texas
    Thanks for posting that. It isn't the first time I have read it but it always makes me cry. [​IMG] Beautiful story.
  4. SterlingAcres

    SterlingAcres Chillin' With My Peeps

    Apr 17, 2008
    Poconos, PA

    Thank you.
  5. HennysMom

    HennysMom Keeper of the Tiara

    breathtaking... I wish we all lived by this ethic...

    thank you for posting this.
  6. Mahonri

    Mahonri Urban Desert Chicken Enthusiast Premium Member

    May 14, 2008
    North Phoenix
    My Coop

    Here is another.

    One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
    I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.

    His name was Kyle.
    It looked like he was carrying all of his books.

    I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?

    He must really be a nerd."

    I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

    As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

    They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.

    His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

    He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes

    My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

    As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. "

    They really should get lives.

    " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"

    There was a big smile on his face.

    It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

    I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.

    As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

    He said he had gone to private school before now.

    I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

    We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.

    He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.

    I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends

    He said yes.

    We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

    Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.

    I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!

    " He just laughed and handed me half the books.

    Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

    When we were seniors, we began to think
    about college.

    Kyle decided on Georgetown , and I
    was going to Duke.

    I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.

    He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

    Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

    I teased him all the time about being a nerd.

    He had to prepare a speech for graduation.

    I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak

    Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

    He looked great.

    He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.

    He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.

    He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.

    Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
    Today was one of those days.

    I could see that he was nervous about his speech.

    So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

    He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.

    " Thanks," he said.

    As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began

    "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.

    Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...

    I am here to tell all of you that being a
    friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.

    I am going to tell you a story."

    I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

    He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.

    He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

    He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

    "Thankfully, I was saved.

    My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

    I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

    I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.

    Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

    Never underestimate the power of your actions.

    With one small gesture you can change a person's life.

    For better or for worse.

    God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

    Look for God in others.
  7. Opa

    Opa Opa-wan Chickenobi

    May 11, 2008
    Howell Michigan
    The thing about these kind of stories is that they are usually true, they touch our hearts, and they make us think about our own lifes and what we could or should be doing to help others. Thank you for the post.
  8. HennysMom

    HennysMom Keeper of the Tiara

    now the second story .... been there done it and some I've prevented..while others...I've been through and buried.

    And in that I love the saying:

    Be kind to your neighbor for everyone you meet is battling something...
  9. [​IMG] Lovely, just lovely. Thanks [​IMG]

    Happy Holidays.
  10. luvmychicknkids

    luvmychicknkids Canning Squirrel

    Mar 6, 2008
    Floresville, Texas
    If everyone was just kind to everyone they see it really could make that much of a difference. A little girl (she was 11) who lived close to us in Alaska came home from school one day and hanged herself. She had been picked on by most of the kids in her school for years apparently. Makes you wonder if the right person happening by could have stopped it from happening. [​IMG]

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