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A Box of Kisses………………….

The story goes that some time ago, a man 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 to put under the Christmas tree.

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 the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But 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 for her forgiveness.

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

Father and Son…………………

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

The Son replied “It is a crow”.

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?”

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is
this?”

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the
following words were written in the diary :-

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt
irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to
make me a person presentable in the society today”.

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

For my syster……………….

The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny,

are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’

‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough..’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!”

‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”

‘My mommy loves white roses.’

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

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From: We Gunners

I never heard this story….just amazing…..this is unity and compassion.
It is a long story, of a long journey-so, fasten your seat belts and read on….

Here is an amazing story from a flight attendant on Delta Flight 15, written
following 9-11:

“On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, we were about 5 hours out of
Frankfurt, flying over the North Atlantic. All of a sudden the
curtains parted and I was told to go to the cockpit, immediately, to
see the captain.
As soon as I got there I noticed that the crew had that “All Business”
look on their faces. The captain handed me a printed message. It was
from Delta’s main office in Atlanta and simply read, “All airways
over the Continental United States are closed to commercial air
traffic. Land ASAP at the nearest airport. Advise your destination.”

“No one said a word about what this could mean. We knew it was a
serious situation and we needed to find terra firma quickly. The
captain determined that the nearest airport was 400 miles behind us
in Gander, New Foundland.
He requested approval for a route change from the Canadian traffic
controller and approval was granted immediately–no questions asked.
We found out later, of course, why there was no hesitation in
approving our request.

“While the flight crew prepared the airplane for landing, another message
arrived from Atlanta telling us about some terrorist activity in the
New York area. A few minutes later word came in about the hijackings.

“We decided to LIE to the passengers while we were still in the air.
We told them the plane had a simple instrument problem and that we
needed to land at the nearest airport in Gander, New Foundland to have
it checked out.

“We promised to give more information after landing in Gander. There
was much grumbling among the passengers, but that’s nothing
new! Forty minutes later, we landed in Gander. Local time at Gander was
12:30 PM! …. that’s 11:00 AM EST.

“There were already about 20 other airplanes on the ground from all
over the world that had taken this detour on their way to the U.S.
After we parked on the ramp, the captain made the following
announcement: “Ladies and gentlemen, you must be wondering if all
these
airplanes around us have the same instrument problem as we have. The
reality is that we are here for another reason.” Then he went on to
explain the little bit we knew about the situation in the U.S. There
were loud gasps and stares of disbelief. The captain informed
passengers that Ground control in Gander told us to stay put.

“The Canadian Government was in charge of our situation and no one was
allowed to get off the aircraft. No one on the ground was allowed to
come near any of the air crafts. Only airport police would come
around
periodically, look us over and go on to the next airplane. In the next
hour or so more planes
landed and Gander ended up with 53 airplanes from all over the world,
27 of which were U.S. commercial jets.

“Meanwhile, bits of news started to come in over the aircraft radio
and for the first time we learned that airplanes were flown into the
World Trade Center in New York and into the Pentagon in DC. People
were trying to use
their cell phones, but were unable to connect due to a different cell
system in Canada. Some did get through, but were only able to get to
the Canadian operator who would tell them that the lines to the U.S.
were either blocked
or jammed.

“Sometime in the evening the news filtered to us that the World Trade
Center buildings had collapsed and that a fourth hijacking had
resulted in a crash. By now the passengers were emotionally and
physically exhausted, not to mention frightened, but everyone stayed
amazingly calm. We had only to look
out the window at the 52 other stranded aircraft to realize that we
were not the only ones in this predicament.

“We had been told earlier that they would be allowing people off the
planes one plane at a time. At 6 PM, Gander airport told us that our
turn to deplane would be 11 am the next morning. Passengers were not
happy, but they simply resigned themselves to this news without much
noise and started to prepare themselves to spend the night on the
airplane.

“Gander had promised us medical attention, if needed, water, and
lavatory servicing. And they were true to their word. Fortunately we
had no medical situations to worry about. We did have a young lady
who was 33 weeks into her pregnancy. We took REALLY good care of her.
The night passed without incident despite the uncomfortable sleeping
arrangements.

“About 10:30 on the morning of the 12th a convoy of school buses
showed up. We got off the plane and were taken to the terminal where
we went through Immigration and Customs and then had to register with
the Red Cross.

“After that we (the crew) were separated from the passengers and were
taken in vans to a small hotel. We had no idea where our passengers
were going. We learned from the Red Cross that the town of Gander has
a population of 10,400 people and they had about 10,500 passengers to
take care of from all the airplanes that were forced into Gander! We
were told to just relax at
the hotel and we would be contacted when the U.S. airports opened
again, but not to expect that call for a while.

“We found out the total scope of the terror back home only after
getting to our hotel and turning on the TV, 24 hours after it all
started.

“Meanwhile, we had lots of time on our hands and found that the people
of Gander were extremely friendly. They started calling us the “plane
people.”
We enjoyed their hospitality, explored the town of Gander and ended up
having a pretty good time.

“Two days later, we got that call and were taken back to the Gander airport.
Back on the plane, we were reunited with the passengers and found out
what they had been doing for the past two days. What we found out was
incredible.

“Gander and all the surrounding communities (within about a 75
Kilometer radius) had closed all high schools, meeting halls, lodges,
and any other large gathering places. They converted all these
facilities to mass lodging areas for all the stranded travelers. Some
had cots set up,
some had mats with sleeping bags and pillows set up.

“ALL the high school students were required to volunteer their time to
take care of the “guests.” Our 218 passengers ended up in a town
called Lewisporte, about 45 kilometers from Gander where they were
put up in a high
school. If any women wanted to be in a women-only facility, that was
arranged. Families were kept together. All the elderly passengers were
taken to private homes.

“Remember that young pregnant lady? She was put up in a private home
right across the street from a 24-hour Urgent Care facility. There
was a dentist on call and both male and female nurses remained with
the crowd for the duration.

“Phone calls and e-mails to the U.S. and around the world were
available to everyone once a day. During the day, passengers were
offered “Excursion” trips. Some people went on boat cruises of the
lakes and harbors. Some went for hikes in the local forests. Local
bakeries stayed open to make fresh bread for the guests. Food was
prepared by all the residents and brought to the schools. People were
driven to restaurants of their choice and offered wonderful meals.
Everyone was given tokens for local laundry mats to wash their
clothes, since luggage was still on the aircraft. In other words,
every single need was met for those stranded travelers.

“Passengers were crying while telling us these stories. Finally, when
they were told that U.S. airports had reopened, they were delivered
to the airport right on time and without a single passenger missing or
late. The local Red Cross had all the information about the
whereabouts of each and every passenger and knew which plane they
needed to be on and when
all the planes were leaving. They coordinated everything beautifully.
It was absolutely incredible.

“When passengers came on board, it was like they had been on a cruise.
Everyone knew each other by name. They were swapping stories of their
stay, impressing each other with who had the better time. Our flight
back to Atlanta looked li ke a chartered party flight. The crew just
stayed out of their way. It was mind-boggling. Passengers had totally
bonded and were calling each other by their first names, exchanging
phone numbers, addresses, and email addresses.

“And then a very unusual thing happened. One of our passengers
approached me and asked
if he could make an announcement over the PA system. We never, ever
allow that. But this time was different. I said “of course” and
handed him the mike. He picked up the PA and reminded everyone about
what they had just gone through in the last few days. He reminded
them of the hospitality they
had received at the hands of total strangers. He continued by saying
that he would like to do something in return for the good folks of
Lewisporte.

“He said he was going to set up a Trust Fund under the name of DELTA
15 (our flight number). The purpose of the trust fund is to provide
college scholarships for the high school students of Lewisporte. He
asked for donations of any amount from his fellow travelers. When the
paper with donations got back to us with the amounts, names, phone
numbers and addresses, the total was for more than $14,000!

“The gentleman, a MD from Virginia, promised to match the donations
and to start the
administrative work on the scholarship. He also said that he would
forward this proposal to Delta Corporate and ask them to donate as
well. As I write this account, the trust fund is at more than $1.5
million and has assisted
134 students in college education.

“I just wanted to share this story because we need good stories right
now. It gives me a little bit of hope to know that some people in a
far away place were kind to some strangers who literally dropped in on
them. It reminds me how much good there is in the world.”

“In spite of all the rotten things we see going on in today’s world
this story confirms that there are still a lot of good and Godly
people in the world and when things get bad, they will come forward.”

The Health, Wealth & Happiness Way.

Moderator: Yes, rowdies makes headlines in papers and may even rule the country, but goody people make our lives, worth living.

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One stormy night

One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.

“Could you possibly give us a room here?” the husband asked. The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town.

“All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.”

When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. “Don’t worry about me; I’ll make out just fine,” the clerk told them. So the couple agreed.

As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, “You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel in the United States. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.”

The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh.

As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful isn’t easy.

Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit.

The old man met him in New York, and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a palace of reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky.

“That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.”

“You must be joking,” the young man said.

“I can assure you I am not,” said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth.

The older man’s name was William Waldorf Astor, and the magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.

The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that would lead him to become the manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels.

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