To a child, Love is spelled as T-I-M-E

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year  old son waiting for him at the door.  

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'  

DAD: 'Yeah sure, what is it?' replied the man.  

SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'  

DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the  man said angrily.  

SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an  hour?'  

DAD: 'If you must know, I make 150 pesos an hour.'  

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.   SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow 75 pesos?'  

The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can  borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you  march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you  are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish  frivolity's.'  

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.  

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's  questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?   After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to  think:   Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 75 pesos and   he really didn't ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of  the little boy's room and opened the door.   'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.   'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.   'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man.   'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the 75 pesos you asked for.'   The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he  yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.   The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.   The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his  father.   'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father  grumbled.   'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.  

'Daddy, I have 150 pesos now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home  early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'  

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he  begged for his forgiveness.  

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We  should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some  time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do  remember to share that 150 pesos worth of your time with someone you love.   If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily  replace us in a matter of hours... But the family & friends we leave  behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

The Gift

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awai ted signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. 

His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. 

He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible? and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. 

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He need ed to come home immediately and take care of things. 

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse: Matt 7:11, "And if ye, being evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?" As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words... PAID IN FULL. > 

How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. 

Pass it on to others. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but re member that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for... 

IF YOUR GIFT IS NOT PACKED THE WAY YOU WANT IT, IT'S BECAUSE IT IS BETTER PACKED THAT WAY! ALWAYS APPRECIATE LITTLE THINGS; THEY USUALLY LEAD YOU TO ATTACHMENTS! 

How Much Does A Miracle Cost?

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured 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 red 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 your 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 audible.
'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 miracle you need.'
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of 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.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.
I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no
end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside
for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

Today
I pass the friendship ball to you.

MY OATH TO YOU...

When you are sad.....I will dry your
tears.

When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.

When you are worried......I will give you hope.

When you are confused.....I
will help you cope.

And when you are lost...and can't see the light, I
shall be your beacon...shining ever so bright.

This is my oath.....I
pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?....Because you're my friend.


Signed: GOD