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Hugging Is?

Warm hug

Hugging is healthy. It helps the immune system, cures depression, reduces stress and induces sleep. It’s invigorating, rejuvenating and has no unpleasant side effects. Hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.
Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet, no artificial ingredients, non-polluting, environmentally friendly and 100 percent wholesome.
Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun to give and receive, shows you care, comes with its own wrapping and, of course, fully returnable.
Hugging is practically perfect. No batteries to wear out, inflation-proof, non-fattening, no monthly payments, theft-proof and nontaxable.
Hugging is an underutilized resource with magical powers. When we open our hearts and arms we encourage others to do the same.
Think of the people in your life. Are there any words you’d like to say? Are there any hugs you want to share? Are you waiting and hoping someone else will ask first? Please don’t wait! Initiate!

– Charles Faraone
We need four hugs a day for survival, eight hugs a day for maintenance, and twelve hugs a day for growth.
– Virginia Satir
 
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Posted by on March 28, 2011 in Present Life, Short Stories

 

Who you are makes a difference

One night a man came home to his 14 years old son and sat him down. He said, 

“The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and he told me that he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. The blue ribbon that says ‘Who I am makes a difference’. Then he gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find somebody else special to honor. As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honor you.”

“My days are really hectic, and when I come home, I don’t pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting enough good grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Beside your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You’re a gread kid and I love you!” 

The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn’t stop crying. His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said, through his broken tears,

“I was planning on committing suicide tomorrow, Dad, because I didn’t think you loved me. Now I don’t need to do that.” 

– Helice Bridges 
Love cures people – Both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
– Karl Menninger
 

Heart Song

Love lands

There was a great man who married the woman of his dreams. With their love, they created a little lovely girl.
When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and tell her, “I love you, little girl.” The little girl would pout and say, “I’m not a little girl anymore.” Then the man would laugh and say, “But to me, you’ll always be my little girl.”
The little girl who was not little anymore decided to leave her home and went into the world. As she learned more about herself, she learned more about the man. One of his strengths was his ability to express his love to his family. It didn’t matter where she went in the world, the man would call her and say, “I love you, little girl.”
The day came when the little girl who was not little anymore received an unexpected phone call. The great man was damaged. He had had a stroke. He couldn’t talk, smile, walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl who was not little anymore that he loved her.
And so she went to the side of the great man. When she walked into the room and saw him, he looked small and not strong at all. He looked at her and tried to speak, but he could not. The little girl did the only thing she could do. She sat next to the great man, and drew her arms around the useless shoulders of her father. Her head on his chest, she thought of many things, She remembered she had always felt protected and cherished by the great man. She felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love that had comforted her.
And then she heard from within the man, the beat of his heart. The heart beat on, steadily, unconcerned about the damage to the rest of the body. And while she rested there, the magic happened. She heard what she needed to hear.
His heart beat out the words that his mouth could no longer say…I love you, little girl… I love you, little girl… and she was comforted.
– Patty Hansen
 

Puppies for Sale

Puppies for Sale

A little boy appeared under the store owner’s sign.

“Puppies for Sale”. “How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.

The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 to $50.”

“Can I please look at them?,” the little boy said hesitantly.

The store owner smiled and whistled, and out of the kennel came five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging consederably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said:

“What’s wrong with that little dog?”

The owner explained that it had no hip socket; it would always be lame. The little boy became excited.

“That is the little puppy that I want to buy.”

The store owner said, “If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you. But I know you don’t want to buy that little dog.”

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner’s eyes, and said:

“I don’t want you to give him to me. That little 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 advised:

“You shouldn’t 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 metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied:

“Well, I don’t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!”

– Dan Clark
 
 

True Love

Moses Mend
ho had elssohn, the grandfather of the well-known German composer, was far from being handsome. Along with a rather short stature, he had a grotesque hunchback.One day, he visited a merchant in Hamburg wa lovely daughter named Frumtje. Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. But Frumtje was repulsed by his misshapen appearance.
When it came time for him to leave, Moses gathered his courage and climbed the stairs to her room to take one last opportunity to speak with her. She was a vision of heavenly beauty, but caused him deep  sadness by her refusal to look at him. After several attempts at conversation, Moses shyly asked, 

“Do you believe marriages are made in heaven?”

“Yes,” she answered, still looking at the floor. “And do you?”

“Yes. I do,” he replied. “You see, in heaven at the birth of each boy, the Lord announces which girl he will marry. When I was born, my future bride was pointed out to me. Then the Lord added, ‘But your wife will be humpbacked. Right then and there I called out,’ Oh Lord, a humpbacked woman would be a tragedy. Please, Lord, give me the hump and let her be beautiful.”

Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes and was stirred by some deep memory. She reached out and gave Mendelssohn her hand and later became his devoted wife.

– Barry and Joyce Vissell
In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remanin two.
– Erich Fromm
 

A Simple Gesture

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder.
Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden.
As they walked Mark discovered the boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend.
Mark went home after dropping Bill at his house. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.
Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met.

“Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?” asked Bill. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mothers sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life.”

– John W. Schlatter

Everybody can be great. You only need a heart full of grace and a soul generated by love.

– Martin Luther
 
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Posted by on March 12, 2011 in Friendship, Short Stories

 

A Brother Like That!

A brother like that

I was received a beautiful bicycle as a birthday present. One day, when I took a ride on my bicycle in the park, a boy was walking around the bicycle, admiring it.

“Is this your bicycle?”, he asked.

“My brother gave it to me on my birthday”, I replied with pride and satisfaction.

“Oh, I wish…”, he hesitated.

Of course I knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the boy said was unexpected to me:

“I wish,” the boy went on slowly, “that I could be a brother like that”. I saw his face full of determination. Then, he went to the bench behind me, where his little crippled brother was sitting and said:

“Someday, I’m gonna give you a wheelchair on your birthday.”

– Dan Clark
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments that stand out, the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
– Henry Drummond
 
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Posted by on March 11, 2011 in Love Family, Short Stories