Post by TheGentleStorm on Nov 8, 2004 16:34:29 GMT -5
> > F A M I L Y
> >
> > I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
> > "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
> >
> >
> >
> > He said, "Please excuse me too;
> > I wasn't watching for you."
> >
> >
> >
> > We were very polite, this stranger and I.
> > We went on our way and we said good-bye.
> >
> >
> >
> > But at home a different story is told,
> > How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
> >
> >
> >
> > Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
> > My son stood beside me very still.
> >
> >
> >
> > When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
> > "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
> >
> >
> >
> > He walked away, his little heart broken.
> > I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
> >
> >
> >
> > While I lay awake in bed,
> > God's still small voice came to me and said,
> >
> >
> >
> > "While dealing with a stranger,
> > common courtesy you use,
> > but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
> >
> >
> >
> > Go and look on the kitchen floor,
> > You'll find some flowers there by the door.
> >
> >
> >
> > Those are the flowers he brought for you.
> > He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
> >
> >
> >
> > He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
> > you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
> >
> >
> >
> > By this time, I felt very small,
> > And now my tears began to fall.>
> >
> >
> >
> > I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
> > "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
> > He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
> >
> >
> >
> > I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
> > I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
> >
> >
> >
> > I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
> > I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
> > He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
> > I love you anyway."
> >
> >
> >
> > I said, "Son, I love you too,
> > and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
> >
> >
> >
> > FAMILY
> > Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
> > that we are working for could easily replace us in
> > a matter of days.
> > But the family we left behind will feel the loss
> > for the rest of their lives.
> >
> > And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
> > into work than into our own family,
> > an unwise investment indeed,
> > don't you think?
> > So what is behind the story?
> >
> > Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
> > FAMILY =(F)ATHER(A)ND(M)OTHER(I) (L)OVE(Y)OU
> >
> > I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
> > "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
> >
> >
> >
> > He said, "Please excuse me too;
> > I wasn't watching for you."
> >
> >
> >
> > We were very polite, this stranger and I.
> > We went on our way and we said good-bye.
> >
> >
> >
> > But at home a different story is told,
> > How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
> >
> >
> >
> > Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
> > My son stood beside me very still.
> >
> >
> >
> > When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
> > "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
> >
> >
> >
> > He walked away, his little heart broken.
> > I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
> >
> >
> >
> > While I lay awake in bed,
> > God's still small voice came to me and said,
> >
> >
> >
> > "While dealing with a stranger,
> > common courtesy you use,
> > but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
> >
> >
> >
> > Go and look on the kitchen floor,
> > You'll find some flowers there by the door.
> >
> >
> >
> > Those are the flowers he brought for you.
> > He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
> >
> >
> >
> > He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
> > you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
> >
> >
> >
> > By this time, I felt very small,
> > And now my tears began to fall.>
> >
> >
> >
> > I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
> > "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
> > He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
> >
> >
> >
> > I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
> > I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
> >
> >
> >
> > I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
> > I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
> > He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
> > I love you anyway."
> >
> >
> >
> > I said, "Son, I love you too,
> > and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
> >
> >
> >
> > FAMILY
> > Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
> > that we are working for could easily replace us in
> > a matter of days.
> > But the family we left behind will feel the loss
> > for the rest of their lives.
> >
> > And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
> > into work than into our own family,
> > an unwise investment indeed,
> > don't you think?
> > So what is behind the story?
> >
> > Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
> > FAMILY =(F)ATHER(A)ND(M)OTHER(I) (L)OVE(Y)OU