May 30, 2018
You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself.
You are probably like I am when it comes to valuing the qualities exhibited by the people you meet. Over the years I have had the good fortune to have met and known folks from all walks of life. Rich and poor, honored and ignored, young and old. They were business people, educators, scientists as well as a multitude of leaders.
In all those years a few people I have met really stand out. Most were unsung, they are folks just like you and me, but what made them special was their good hearts, The one thing they had in common was their empathy, they not only felt others pain they often helped share their burdens.
There is much to be said about how much people who care for others without reward or recognition do for us all. They are my heroes.
Here is a short story I always have liked, I hope you will as well.
Puppies for Sale
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read “Puppies For Sale.” Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared by the store owner’s sign. “How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked. The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30-$50.”
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. “I have $2.37,” he said. “May I please look at them?” The store owner smiled and whistled, out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind.
Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, “What’s wrong with that little dog?” The store owner explained that the veteriarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn’t have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. “That is the little puppy that I want to buy.” The store owner said, “No, you don’t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you.”
The little boy got quite upset. He looked into the store owner’s eyes, pointing his finger, and said, “I don’t want you to give him to me. That dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I’ll pay full price. In fact, I’ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.”
The store owner countered, “You really don’t want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.”
To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, “Well, I don’t run so good myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!”
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
One night Gwen found her husband standing over their newborn baby’s crib. Silently she watched him. As stood looking down at the sleeping infant, she saw on his face a mixture of emotions: disbelief, doubt, delight, amazement, enchantment, and skepticism.Touched by this unusual display and the deep emotions it aroused, with eyes glistening she slipped her arms around her husband.
“A penny for your thoughts.” she whispered in his ear.
“It’s amazing!” Randy replied. “I just can’t see how anybody can make a crib that nice for only $46.50!”
“When people ask me if I have any spare change, I tell them I have it at home in my spare wallet.”
A man walked into the ladies’ department of a Macy’s and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, “I’d like to buy a bra for my wife.”
“What type of bra?” asked the clerk.
“Type?” inquired the man. “There is more than one type?”
“Look around,” said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material. “Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras,” she replied.
Confused, the man asked what the types were. The saleslady replied, “The Catholic type, the Salvation Army type, the Presbyterian type, and the Baptist type. Which one do you need?”
Still confused, the man asked, “What is the difference between them?”
The lady responded, “It is all really quite simple… the Catholic type supports the masses, the Salvation Army type lifts up the fallen, the Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and the Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.”
Don’t Insult the Alligator till after you cross the river.
Two political candidates were having a hot debate. Finally, one of them jumped up and yelled at the other, “What about the powerful interest that controls you?”
And the other guy screamed back, “You leave my wife out of this!”
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other’s good, and melt at other’s woe.
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