While I sat in the reception area of my doctor’s office, a woman rolled
an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the
receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was
thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his
mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the
man’s, he said, “I know how you feel. My Mom makes me ride in the stroller too.j
As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy,
came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before,
she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was
doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, “My mom has
some of those, but I don’t think she knows how to use them.”
Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn,
I got a little wistful. “In ten years,” I said, “you’ll want to be with your
friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.
Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving
immunization shots to children. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection.
On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, “Dad, I know babies come from mommies’ tummies,
but how do they get there in the first place?”
It’s okay if you don’t know the answer.”
Just before I was deployed to Iraq, I sat my eight-year-old son down and
broke the news to him. “I’m going to be away for a long time,” I told him.
“I’m going to Iraq.”
Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children
stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and
his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids.
A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn’t
know Newman was a famous movie star, explained, “That’s the man
who made this camp possible. Maybe you’ve seen his picture on his
salad dressing bottle?”
God’s Problem Now!
His wife’s graveside service was just barely finished, when there was a
massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning,
accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little old
man looked at the preacher and calmly said, “Well, she’s there.”
Keep a SMILE on your face ~ And a SONG in your heart!
A smile – is a sign of joy.
A hug – is a sign of love.
A laugh – is a sign of happiness.
And a friend like me? – Well that’s just a sign of good taste!
We’ll be friends until I’m senile. Then we’ll be NEW friends.
Thought we all could use a laugh