Monday, July 30, 2012
A little mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."
So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house ó like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake lunged and bit the farmer's wife on her foot.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.
But his dear wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for them to eat.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall and sighed with great sadness...
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and
you think it doesn't concern you, remember that when one of us is in
jeopardy, we are ALL at risk ... We are on life's journey together
and we need to keep an eye out for one another.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
WHAT A COINCIDENCE!
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money.
They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have enough money for the doctor bills and the house payments. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money.
She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about MY brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is NOT the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a HIGHER law ...
Saturday, July 14, 2012
SOMEDAY NEVER COMES
" SOMEDAY WHEN..."
Another season passing, passing in time
The dreams so clear, seems so long ago
Fading in Spring, and more with each Fall.
A husband, a wife ... a child and then two.
Another Winter, building a bike for under the tree,
Thoughts of taxes, they soon will be due,
Another new year, as holidays draw nearer.
Each new Spring seems warmer than last,
Seems the grass in the yard grows far too fast.
There's still time enough for those dreams long ago
Someday when the kids are all grown,
Someday when they are out on their own.
Another year ... another ... or two ...
Dreams, the life of our sleep,
Fleeting thoughts ... a long ago wish.
Then one day, another Spring ...
A smile, a thought ... dreams from the past.
Someday when ... my children are grown up,
I'll quit this job, my life my own ...
I'll see the world ... I remember when.
Our hearts, ageless they know of no bounds,
Until one day, the dreams we would live
Are now out of reach ... we ran out of time.
They never got past "Someday When"
Having been replaced instead of with,
"What could have been."
...So dreams they stay inside of our hearts,
Turned into just wishes, past "Wishes" on stars.
We thought we had time, as they most always began
With the simple notion of ... "Someday When."
An untouchable place "Someday When"
Today is as good as any day can be ...
To live the beginning of a least one of those dreams.
Through the warm spring days, Summer then Fall,
Then on through the Winter ... time passes slow.
Until one day, the direction we look,
Is not of the future, but a place of the past.
A time comes to all, when all we will have
Are the memories of love, and the lives we have lived
Or ... dreams turned to wishes wished on the stars
Waiting for tomorrows for our dreams to come true.
Dreams that began with "Someday When"...
And stayed there ... empty place unfulfilled.
"Tomorrow" never comes when our dreams
"Always" begin with "Someday When."
That place in our hearts, where time never ends
A place where, "When" sleeps, if never begins.
... Don't Wait For Tomorrow ...
~Excerpted From Poetry By D. Enise ©2001
Monday, July 09, 2012
NO STRINGS ATTACHED
I've nothing else to offer,
So, to you, it's love I'll send,
It's nothing that I borrowed,
And it's nothing that I'd lend.
It has no dollar value,
And it can't be overused;
It isn't fragile, so it can't break,
Though, often it's abused.
I've given it to others,
But each time it's unique,
Its meaning's always different;
It depends on what you seek.
It's something you can store away
To feel when you're in need,
But never is it on display;
Its beauty can't be seen.
I'm giving it "no strings attached,"
No costly warranty;
This love that I am sending
Has a lifetime guarantee.
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