Food for Thought
AnonymousJune 11, 2006 at 12:53 am
Came across this while searching for another thread from the old forums.
Registered: Mar 2003
Posts: 10517 Puppies For Sale
A Store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read “Puppies for Sale”. The signs have a way of attracting children. Soon a little boy appeared at the sign and asked, “How much are you gonna sell those puppies for?”
The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 – $50.”
The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. “I have $2.37, can I look at them?”
The store owner smiled and whistled. Out of the kennel came his dog named Lady, running down the aisle of his store followed by five little puppies. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy. He asked “What’s wrong with that little dog?” The man explained that when the puppy was born the vet said that this puppy had a bad hip socket and would limp for the rest of his life. The little boy got really excited and said “That’s the puppy I want to buy!”
The man replied “No, you don’t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I’ll give him to you.”
The little boy got upset. He looked straight into the man’s eyes and said “I don’t want you to give him to me. He is worth every bit as much as the other dogs and I’ll pay the full price. In fact I will give you $2.37 now and 50 cents every month until I have him paid for.”
The man countered, “You really don’t want to buy this puppy son. He is never gonna be able to run, jump and play like other puppies.”
The little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the man and said, “Well, I don’t run so well myself and the little puppy will need someone who understands.”
The man was now biting his bottom lip. Tears welled up in his eyes….
He smiled and said, “Son, I hope and pray that each and every one of these puppies will have an owner such as you.”
IN LIFE, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO YOU ARE, BUT WHETHER SOMEONE APPRECIATES
YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE, ACCEPTS YOU AND LOVES YOU UNCONDITIONALLY.
Registered: Nov 2003
Location: Georgetown, Texas
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
“Oh, God, please spare my boys!”
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children’s seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they’d been thrown free,
“Oh, God, don’t let them die!
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
“Please help me find my boys!
They’re four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match.”
One cop spoke up, “They’re in my car,
And they don’t have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I’ve searched the area high and low,
But I can’t find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad.”
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
“He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he’s been dead a year.”
The cop just looked confused and asked,
“Now, how can that be true?”
The boys said, “Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.”
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we’d understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He’s watching over us.”
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad’s last words,
“I will watch over you.”
The firemen’s notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop’s report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
On Highway 109.
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