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well maybe not CRY but you might get teary eyes like i did. and there is a little religiousness in one part BUT DON'T START A DEBATE ON IT! ;D ;) seriously, even if you don't cry you'll feel good. it's a few little stories about kids. i'm sure you'll like it.

*note: not mine*

Subject: A little Cheer

A PRESENT FOR THE NEW YEAR...

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was

asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring

child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was

an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man

cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his

lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to

the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

* * * * * * * * * * * * Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were

discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a

different color hair than the other family members. One child suggested

that he was adopted and a little girl said, "I know all about adoptions

because I was adopted." "What does it mean to be adopted?" asked

another child. "It means," said the girl, "that you grew in your mommy's

heart instead of her tummy."

* * * * * * * * * * As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped

to watch a local Little League baseball game that was being played in a

park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base

line, I asked one of the boys what the score was. "We're behind 14 to

nothing," he answered with a smile. "Really," I said. "I have to say you

don't look very discouraged." "Discouraged?" the boy asked with a

puzzled look on his face."Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been

up to bat yet."

* * * * * * * * * * * Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I

stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part

in a school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being

in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.. On the day the parts

were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed

up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. "Guess what Mom," he

shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me:

"I've been chosen to clap and cheer."

* * * * * * * * * * * * A lesson in "heart" is my little 10 year old

daughter, Sarah, who was born with a muscle missing in her foot and

wears a brace all the time. She came home one beautiful spring day to

tell me she had competed in "field day" - that's where they have lots of

races and other competitive events. Because of her leg support, my mind

raced as I tried to think of encouragement for my Sarah, things I could

say to her about not letting this get her down, but before I could get a

word out, she said "Daddy, I won two of the races!" I couldn't believe

it! And then Sarah said, "I had an advantage." Ah. I knew it. I thought

she must have been given a head start... some kind of physical

advantage. But again, before I could say anything, she said, "Daddy, I

didn't get a head start... My advantage was I had to try harder!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on

a cold day in December: A little boy about 10 years old was standing

before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the

window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said,

"My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?" "I

was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy's reply. The

lady took him by the hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to

get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could

give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.

She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing

her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with a

towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks.. Placing a

pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up

the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on

the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more

comfortable now?" As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by

the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered

the question with these words: "Are you God's Wife?"

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Posted

I got this one the other day...

A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.

A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.

A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth $19 million.

It depends on whose hands it's in.

A tennis racket is useless in my hands.

A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship winning.

It depends whose hands it's in.

A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.

A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.

A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy

A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.

It depends whose hands it's in.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.

Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.

It depends whose hands it's in.

Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.

Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will

produce salvation for the entire world.

It depends whose hands it's in.

As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.

So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams,

your families and your relationships in God's hands because...

It depends whose hands it's in.

Posted

...My sympathy chip must be out of action. It take a bit more to affect me than anecdotes about children. On the other hand, that last one is perhaps more about the kindness of the woman, and I admit that it is probably the most interesting.

Posted

same here scout...none of them affected me, especially did not make me cry. It just didn't seem real, like a fairy tale without a moral in the end.

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