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Originally posted by dear Friar Tim:
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Why we love kids
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> The winner was a four-year-old boy whose
> > >>>>>>>> next door neighbor was an elderly man.
> > >>>>>>>> The man 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."
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> ****************************************************
> > >>>>>>>> Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were
> > >>>>>>>> discussing a picture of a family. One little
> > >>>>>>>> boy in the picture had a different color hair
> > >>>>>>>> than the other family members. One child
> > >>>>>>>> suggested that he was adopted.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> A little girl said, "I know all about, adoptions
> > >>>>>>>> because I was adopted."
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "What does it mean to be adopted?" asked
> > >>>>>>>> another child.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "It means," said the girl, "that you grew in
> > >>>>>>>> your mommy's heart instead of her tummy."
> > >>>>>>>> ***********************************************
> > >>>>>>>> A four-year-old was at the pediatrician for a
> > >>>>>>>> check up. As the doctor looked into her
> > >>>>>>>> ears with an otiscope he asked, "Do you
> > >>>>>>>> think I'll find Big Bird in here?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> The little girl stayed silent.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor
> > >>>>>>>> and looked down her throat. He asked,
> > >>>>>>>> "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster
> > >>>>>>>> down there?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> Again, the little girl was silent.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her
> > >>>>>>>> chest. As he listened to her heart beat,
> > >>>>>>>> he asked, "Do you think I'll hear Barney
> > >>>>>>>> in there?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "Oh, no!" the little girl replied. "God is in
> > >>>>>>>> my heart. Barney's on my underpants."
> > >>>>>>>> *************************************
> > >>>>>>>> As I was driving home from work one day,
> > >>>>>>>> I stopped to watch a local Little League
> > >>>>>>>> baseball game that was being played in
> > >>>>>>>> a park near my home.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> I sat down behind the bench on the first-
> > >>>>>>>> base line and asked one of the boys what
> > >>>>>>>> the score was.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "We're behind fourteen to nothing," he told
> > >>>>>>>> me with a smile.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look
> > >>>>>>>> very discouraged."
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "Discouraged?" the boy asked with a
> > >>>>>>>> puzzled look on his face. "Why should we
> > >>>>>>>> be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."
> > >>>>>>>> **************************************************
> > >>>>>>>> Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in
> > >>>>>>>> life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.
> > >>>>>>>> Jamie was trying out for a part in a school play.
> > >>>>>>>> His mother told me that he'd set his heart on
> > >>>>>>>> being in it, though she feared he would not be
> > >>>>>>>> chosen.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> On the day the parts were awarded, I went with
> > >>>>>>>> her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up
> > >>>>>>>> to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement.
> > >>>>>>>> "Guess what, Mom?" he shouted, and then said
> > >>>>>>>> those words that will remain a lesson to me:
> > >>>>>>>> "I've been chosen to clap and cheer."
> > >>>>>>>> ***********************************************
> > >>>>>>>> An eye witness account from New York City:
> > >>>>>>>> On a cold day in December, a little boy about
> > >>>>>>>> 10 years old was standing before a shoe store
> > >>>>>>>> on the roadway, barefooted, peering through
> > >>>>>>>> the window, and shivering with cold.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> A lady approached the boy and said, "My
> > >>>>>>>> little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly
> > >>>>>>>> in that window?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> "I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,"
> > >>>>>>>> was the boy's reply.
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> The lady took him by the hand and went into
> > >>>>>>>> the store and asked the clerk to get half a
> > >>>>>>>> dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then
> > >>>>>>>> asked if the clerk could give her a basin of
> > >>>>>>>> water and a towel. He quickly brought them
> > >>>>>>>> to her. She took the little fellow to the back
> > >>>>>>>> part of the store and, removing her gloves,
> > >>>>>>>> knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried
> > >>>>>>>> them with a towel. By this time the clerk had
> > >>>>>>>> returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon
> > >>>>>>>> the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of
> > >>>>>>>> shoes. She tied up the remaining pairs of
> > >>>>>>>> socks and gave them to him. She patted him
> > >>>>>>>> on the head and said, "No doubt, my little
> > >>>>>>>> fellow, you feel more comfortable now?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught
> > >>>>>>>> her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with
> > >>>>>>>> tears in his eyes, answered the question with these
> > >>>>>>>> words:
> > >>>>>>>> "Are you God's wife?"
> > >>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> SEND TO ALL WHO LOVE AND CARE
> > >>>>>>>> FOR CHILDREN
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Smile today, you are loved.

"There are only two ways to live your life:
One is as though nothing is a miracle,
The other is as though everything is a miracle.

I believe in the latter."

~~ Einstein
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Tim Cannon always cared and sent a message of love to all children. It seems that whatever he writes is guided by the hand of God.

Thank you Teo, for sharing these little jewels.

Love, Inda

Thank you for sharing Tim's touching passages.

Sue

Thank you Teo for sharing Tim's thoughtful message.

Love
Vicky

Thank you Teo for sharing these meaningful words by Friar Tim.

Sincerely,
Gisele

This is a lovely post.
Let us all enjoy reading it again.

Love,
Vicky

Dear Friar Tim,

I still love your post.
Wherever you are, feel my deepest
admiration and gratitude.

Love,
Vicky

This post still touches me.
Thank you again Friar Tim.

Love,
Vicky