THIS MIGHT BE A REPEAT BUT WORTH READING IT. "Gold Wrapping Paper" I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too. I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose. The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child 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 then said, "This is for you, Momma." 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, Momma, 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 t he 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, fr iends and GOD. There is no more precious<SCRIPT><!--D(["mb","\u003cbr\u003epossession anyone could hold.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFriends are like angels who lift us to our feet, \u003cbr\u003ewhen our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/font\u003e\u003c/b\u003e\u003c/blockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSend instant messages to your online friends \u003ca href\u003d\"http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com/\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003ehttp://uk.messenger.yahoo.com\u003c/a\u003e \u003c/p\u003e\n",0]);D(["ce"]);//--></SCRIPT> possession anyone could hold. Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Aruna Habibi, That was so touching ....it brought tears to my eyes. Felt awfully sad for the poor mother....must have been terrible living the rest of her life.Reading such incidents are good for us so that we can apply our breaks and remember not to flare up often...the things we loose may be irretrievable. Ofcourse it is easier said than done and we all go thru' stressful periods and react without thinking about the consequences. warm regards, PAULINA:wave
you are right Paulina, it happens may time unknowingly, So always good to remember we do not speak angrily with anyone.
