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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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