GRANDPA'S TABLE
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 steps 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 Grandpa". 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, Grandpa ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandpa had broken a dish or two his food was served in a wooden bowl. Whe the family glanced in Grandpa'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 scrapes 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 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 Grandpa's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with his 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.

"Lord, we ask not that you move the mountains, but that You give us the strength to climb." "Life is about people connecting with people, and making a positive difference".
NAILS IN THE FENCE
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and a hammer and told him every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence . Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down . He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into a fence.

Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull one nail for each day he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said,"You have done well son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like these holes. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us. Let be kind to one another.
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