I just got this in an e-mail from a friend............
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 5 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 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, Mummy, 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
An accident took the life of the child only 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, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
You now have two choices:
1. Pass this on to your friends, or
2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice No. 1. Friends are like angels who
lift us to our feet, when our Wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
"Never Let your Successes go to your HEAD and never let your
failures go to your HEART".
You always have a CHOICE....
Our babies (well mine anyway) are becoming real maggots, but they really are full of love, and it's all for us.
Thank you for that.
That was lovely