P u p p i e s F o r S a l e
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like
that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under
the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached in his pocket
and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said.
"Can I please look at them?" The store owner smiled and whistled and out of
the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five
teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind.
Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said,
"What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained that the
veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't
have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The
little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to buy." The
store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really
want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite upset. He
looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said,
"I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as
much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you
$2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for." The store owner
countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going
to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To
his surprise, 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 store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so
well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!" We
ALL need someone who Understands!!
T r u e F r i e n d s h i p
Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle.
Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant
if he might go out into the "No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.
"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably
dead and you may throw your own life away." The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier
went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring
him back to their company's trench.
As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded
soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said.
"Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded."
"It was worth it, though, sir," the soldier said.
"How do you mean, 'worth it'?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead!"
"Yes sir," the private answered.
"But it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive, and I
had the satisfaction of hearing him say, 'Jim, I knew you'd come.'"
"A true friend is the greatest of all blessings and the one which we take the least thought to acquire."
B u t t e r f l y K i s s e s
We often learn the most from our children. Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old
daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when
the child tried to decorate a box . Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father
the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction,
but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know
that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl
looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box.
All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged
her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he
was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put
T h e M o s t C a r i n g C h i l d
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."
K i d s N e e d L o v e
A father just came home from work. His son was waiting for him at the door. As he came in, his
son asked "How much do you make an hour, daddy?" Being tired from work the man was very angry
that his son had asked him this. He said "Your mother doesn't even know that!" "But please
daddy, how much do you make an hour?" The man said "Fine, I make 25$ an hour." Hearing that
the son left the room.
After some time, his son came back to him and asked, " Daddy will you please give me 10$?"
But he was too tired to do anything. So he just told his son to leave him alone. That night
he felt bad for the way he treated his little boy. So he got out of bed and went to his
son's room. The boy was still awake. He went over to him and gave him the $10 he had asked
for. Immediately the son picked up his piggybank, took out all the money from it and kept
everything on his daddy's hand. The man didn't understand what's going on, so he asked
his son, "What's the matter son?" His son replied," Daddy I want to buy one
hour of your time......."
-=-=-=- Have you hugged and spent time with your child today? -=--==
A N E Y E W A R M E R
There was a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice,
he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the boys, he got absolutely
nowhere. At all the games this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.
This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special
relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in
the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of
the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but
also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't
want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He
was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to
play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a
practice nor a game, but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His
faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of
encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to
try out for the football team as a "walk-in." Everyone was sure he could
never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the
roster because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice, and
at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle
they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so
much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father
shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college
games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four
years at college, but he never got to play in a game. It was the end of his
senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly
before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young
man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he
mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I
miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and
said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back
to the game on Saturday." Saturday arrived, and the game was not going
well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent
young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his
football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were
astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let
me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach
pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in
this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling
sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go
in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could
not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before
was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran,
he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The
score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid
intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans
broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering
you never heard. Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had
showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man
was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and
said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into
you? How did you do it?" He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes,
and said, "Well, you knew my Dad died, but did you know that he was blind?"
The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games,
but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him
I could do it!"
H o w M a n y F r i e n d s ?
The old man turned to me and asked, "How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends have I, And named off just a few
He rose quite slow with effort and sadly shook his head
"A lucky child you are to have so many friends," he said,
But think of what you're saying
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone to whom you say "Hello".
A friends lends a tender shoulder on which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down And raise your spirits high
A friend is a hand to pull you up from darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends have helped to put you there
A true friend is an ally who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive When others have forgot
But most of all a friend is a heart A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends there comes the greatest love of all!
So think of what I've spoken for every word is true
And answer once again my child, "How many friends have you?"
And then he stood and faced me Awaiting my reply
O n T h e L i g h t e r S i d e
[Computer Engineer In Love]
I Pinged her heart and waited for reply?
When I was about to turn off my system
I found the display "I am alive for you "
After a long deliberation she created me an account,
I Telneted to her heart system and the login name is Love,
The password for that account is Love-143,
In return I didn't create an account in my heart,
but I gave her my root password ,
The days went by with my happy logging in,
One fine day when I Telneted to my heart system and tried to login
At root I found my root password was changed,
Yes I lost my control to her and she is controlling me,
I am still satisfied with my account in her heart system.
Days passed and one day when I Telneted to her heart system and tried to log in
I saw the error message: Login incorrect .
Yes she has removed my account from her heart system
and created an account for some man I never knew
I finally found out she never let others know her root password,
I lost my root password and now trying all the time to crack it ,
Could anybody help me out ?