African-American We have heard so much about African-Americans lately. I think the media took Obamas ethnicity as a free license to fill every bit of gossip, spin and news with this term. Personally, I would prefer it if we could all just be Americans and be done with it. I have a warped thought process I guess because I wonder if white Americans with African descent call themselves African-Americans? There are quite a lot of white people living in Africa. And I imagine quite a number of them have immigrated to America over the years. So I wonder ... would they gladly take on the mantle of African-American or would they be offended? Or just indifferent? Latin Americans? They dont even speak Latin. Why dont the Italians, Spanish, etc. get called Latin Americans? I think we ought to simply go for one language, one name, one America. Let those who prize their ethnicity above their citizenship go back to their country of origin. Somehow I dont think there will be a rush for that to happen. The simple fact is the vast majority of those who call themselves Something-American have never been anywhere but America. People are odd creatures arent we?
Chemistry & Coffee Every morning I have this habit ... almost a ritual really ... that begins with waking up. I stumble into the bathroom to do what is necessary when I first get up, then head for the kitchen to make coffee. Most mornings this part of the habit goes without comment and while the Bunn is busy turning hot water into coffee I shuffle over to the table and sit down. Long ago I used to smoke a cigarette and wait for the coffee, but now I gather up my pills for the morning and check my blood sugar. After a bit I wander back and get that first cup of coffee and the day begins. Every once in a while, maybe three or four times a month, there is a slight hesitation in the process, a small tremor in the Force. Somehow the thumb and fingers of my left hand realize I have plucked two coffee filters instead of one. Then I must mutter, cuss and mumble in my near asleep condition trying to pry apart these two very thin pieces of paper. And it happens. I smile in wonder that my fat fingers and thumb are so smart they can determine immediately that I have two of those incredibly thin pieces of paper in my hand. This is so cool. And then immediately I am confronted with the same memory from high school. Almost like a recurring dream I am fumbling with the coffee filters in my hands but my mind has raced backwards to 1972 and I am sitting in plastic and tubular metal desk contraption in Chemistry class. The same experience, the original one, where my fingers are fumbling with the filter paper we used to filtrate whatever in our whichever chemistry experiments. The filter paper thing is probably the only thing I remember from that class after all these years ... and Mr. Wuellner our Chemistry teacher. He was so smart. I mean REALLY smart. And he must have been sharp to impress that upon a teenager in 1972. One day while somebody was trying to cuss apart two of those very thin filter papers Mr. Wuellner interrupted the growing profane nature of the words regarding this process and suggested the student stop trying so hard ... to just lightly rub them together and then to lightly slide them apart. The student then praised Mr. Wuellner for being so very smart to have figured this out and Mr. Wuellner said these unforgettable words, No, If I was smart I would be a retired millionaire by now. He then relates how many decades previous to that time he was in college where he used to routinely make coffee using these filter papers, hot water and coffee ground 3 times to make it fine enough. He said this was long before Mr. Coffee or anybody knocked the electric percolator from the store shelves. If he had been REALLY smart, he would have patented the process and gotten rich instead of trying to just learn enough Chemistry to teach us. Mr. Wuellner has long since passed on and I have forgotten every bit of my chemistry except how to separate thin filter papers (and the part about glass tube hot enough to bend is hot enough to fry your thumb). I praise my long ago Chemistry teacher as often as I wonder at the complexity of my fingers for knowing the difference between the thickness of one piece of paper and two ... even when my eyes say different and I am at least half-asleep. Aint life strange and wonderful?
Obama/Biden vs McCain/Palin What if things were switched around?..... think about it. Would the countrys collective point of view be different? Could racism be the culprit? Ponder the following: What if the Obamas had paraded five children across the stage, including a three month old infant and an unwed, pregnant teenage daughter? What if John McCain was a former president of the Harvard Law Review? What if Barack Obama finished fifth from the bottom of his graduating class? What if McCain had only married once, and Obama was a divorcee? What if Obama was the candidate who left his first wife after a severe disfiguring car accident, when she no longer measured up to his standards? What if Obama had met his second wife in a bar and had a long affair while he was still married? What if Michelle Obama was the wife who not only became addicted to pain killers but also acquired them illegally through her charitable organization? What if Cindy McCain graduated from Harvard? What if Obama had been a member of the Keating Five? (The Keating Five were five United States Senators accused of corruption in 1989, igniting a major political scandal as part of the larger Savings and Loan crisis of the late 1980s and early 1990s.) What if McCain was a charismatic, eloquent speaker? What if Obama couldnt read from a teleprompter? What if Obama was the one who had military experience that included discipline problems and a record of crashing seven planes? What if Obama was the one who was known to display publicly, on many occasions, a serious anger management problem? What if Michelle Obamas family had made their money from beer distribution? What if the Obamas had adopted a white child? You could easily add to this list. If these questions reflected reality, do you really believe the election numbers would be as close as they are? This is what racism does. It covers up, rationalizes and minimizes positive qualities in one candidate and emphasizes negative qualities in another when there is a color difference. Educational Background: Barack Obama: Columbia University - B.A. Political Science with a Specialization in International Relations. Harvard - Juris Doctor (Law Degree - J.D.) Magna Cum Laude. Editor of the Harvard Law Review Joseph Biden: University of Delaware - B.A. i n History and B.A. in Political Science. Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor (Law Degree - J.D.) vs. John McCain: United States Naval Academy - Class rank: 894 of 899 Sarah Palin: Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study University of Idaho - 2 semesters - journalism Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in Journalism Education isnt everything, but this is about the two highest offices in the land - as well as our standing in the world. You make the call...
Two Different Doctors Offices Boy, if this doesnt hit the nail on the head, I dont know what does! Two patients limp into two different medical clinics with The same complaint. Both have trouble walking and appear to require a hip replacement. The FIRST patient is examined within the hour, is x-rayed the same day and has a time booked for surgery the following week. The SECOND sees his family doctor after waiting 3 weeks for an appointment, then waits 8 weeks to see a specialist ... then gets an x-ray, which isnt reviewed for another week, and finally has his surgery scheduled for a month from then. Why the different treatment for the two patients? The FIRST is a Golden Retriever. The SECOND is a Senior Citizen. Next time take me to a vet!
The Old Washing Line { Clothes Line }  THE BASIC RULES 1. You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes. Walk the length of each line with a damp cloth around the line. 2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order and always hang whites with whites and hang them first. 3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders, always by the tail. What would the neighbors think? 4. Wash day on a Monday ... never hang clothes on the weekend or Sunday for heavens sake! 5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could hide your unmentionables in the middle. 6. It didnt matter if it was sub zero weather ... clothes would freeze dry. 7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes. Pins left on the line was tacky. 8. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the next washed item. 9. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes basket and ready to be ironed. 10. IRONED? Well, thats a whole other subject. A POEM A clothes line was a news forecast To neighbors passing by. There were no secrets you could keep When clothes were hung to dry. It also was a friendly link For neighbors always knew If company had stopped on by To spend a night or two. For then youd see the fancy sheets And towels upon the line; Youd see the company table cloths With intricate design. The line announced a babys birth To folks who lived inside As brand new infant clothes were hung So carefully with pride. The ages of the children could So readily be known By watching how the sizes changed Youd know how much theyd grown. It also told when illness struck, As extra sheets were hung; Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too, Haphazardly were strung. It said, Gone on vacation now When lines hung limp and bare. It told, Were back! when full lines sagged With not an inch to spare. New folks in town were scorned upon If wash was dingy gray, As neighbors carefully raised their brows, And looked the other way.. But clotheslines now are of the past For dryers make work less. Now what goes on inside a home Is anybodys guess. I really miss that way of life. It was a friendly sign When neighbors knew each other best By what hung on the line!
Greed in the Economy: Its the Morality, Sinner by Jim Wallis 09-18-2008 Everyone has heard the famous phrase, attributed to James Carville, which supposedly won the presidential election of 1992 for Bill Clinton: Its the economy, stupid! Its still good advice, especially as the shocking collapse of the financial markets has turned the election campaign into a much more serious and somber discussion than lipstick on pigs. But the issue is deeper than just the economy. I would now rephrase Carville and say, Its the morality, sinner! And I would direct it to the people who have been making the decisions about the direction of this economy from Wall Street to Washington. Here is the morality play: Aggressive lending to potential home-buyers using subprime and adjustable rate mortgages led to mortgage-backed securities being sold to investors at high returns. As housing prices dropped and interest rates rose, homeowners got caught, fell behind on payments, and millions of foreclosures followed. That resulted in the mortgage-backed assets losing value with banks unable to sell the securities. So the subprime lenders began to fail. Asset declines then spread to investment banks. We have now seen the sale of Bear Stearns brokered by the government, and last week, the government took over Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac as mortgage defaults threatened them. Then Lehman Brothers fell into bankruptcy and Merrill Lynch was sold. Now another bailout, AIG, the largest insurance company in the country whose potential demise threatened the whole financial system even further. During the height of the lending frenzy, many people got very rich, as they did during the previous technology bubble. Now with the collapse, experts say the most likely result will be further tightening of credit and lending standards for consumers and businesses. Home, retail, and business loans will become more expensive and harder to secure. And the consequences of that will spread to most of America. In the accounts and interpretation of these events, a word is slowly entering the discussion and analysis greed. Its an old concept, and one with deep moral roots. Even venerable establishment economists such as Robert Samuelson now say, Greed and fear, which routinely govern financial markets, have seeded this global crisis … short-term rewards blinded them to the long-term dangers. The people on top of the American economy get rich whether they make good or bad decisions, while workers and consumers are the ones who suffer from all their bad ones. Prudent investment has been replaced with reckless financial gambling in what some have called a casino economy. And the benefits accruing to top CEOs and financial managers, especially as compared to the declining wages of average workers, has become one of the greatest moral travesties of our time. In the search for blame, some say greed and some say deregulation. Both are right. The financial collapse of Wall Street is the fiscal consequence of the economic philosophy that now governs America that markets are always good and government is always bad. But it is also the moral consequence of greed, where private profit prevails over the concept of the common good. The American economy is often rooted in unbridled materialism, a culture that continues to extol greed, a false standard of values that puts short-term profits over societal health, and a distorted calculus that measures human worth by personal income instead of character, integrity, and generosity. Americans have a love-hate relationship with government and business. The climate seems to shift between an anything goes mentality and stricter government regulation. The excesses of the 1920s, leading to the Great Depression, were followed by the reforms of Franklin Roosevelt. The entrepreneurial spirit and social innovation fostered by a market economy has benefited many and should not be overly encumbered by unnecessary or stifling regulations. But left to its own devices and human weakness (lets call it sin), the market too often disintegrates into greed and corruption, as the Wall Street financial collapse painfully reveals. Capitalism needs rules, or it easily becomes destructive. A healthy, balanced relationship between free enterprise, on the one hand, and public accountability and regulation, on the other, is morally and practically essential. Government should encourage innovation, but it must also limit greed. The behavior of too many on Wall Street is a violation of biblical ethics. The teachings of Christianity, Judaism, and other faiths condemn the greed, selfishness, and cheating that have been revealed in corporate behavior over decades now, and denounce their callous mistreatment of employees. Read your Bible. The strongest critics of the Wall Street gamblers call it putting self-interest above the public interest; the Bible would call it a sin. I dont know about the church- or synagogue-going habits of the nations top financial managers, but if they do attend services, I wonder if they ever hear a religious word about the practices of arranging huge personal bonuses and escape hatches while destroying the lives of people who work for them. We now need wisdom from the economists, prudence from the business community, and renewal courses on the common good from the nations religious leaders. Its time for the pulpit to speak for the religious community to bring the Word of God to bear on the moral issues of the American economy. The Bible speaks of such things from beginning to end, so why not our pastors and preachers? [The article above was forwarded from my good friend Jeff and I thought it was indeed food for thought. I try not to delve too deeply into religious matters because we all have our own particular persuasions ... but there should indeed be a code of ethics, even morality, in our financial system and it would seem there is not. Perhaps we should press the issue.]
A Day in the Life of a Republican by John Gray Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffee pot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards. With his first swallow of coffee, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised. All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employers medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance - now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Joes bacon is safe to eat because some girly-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry. In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor. Joe begins his work day. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joes employer pays these standards because Joes employer doesnt want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, hell get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didnt think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune. Its noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joes deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joes money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression. Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime. Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by FarmersHome Administration because bankers didnt want to make rural loans. The house didnt have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didnt belong and demanded rural electrification. He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldnt have to. Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesnt mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day. Joe agrees: We dont need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, Im a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.
Salute the Danish Flag! Its a Symbol of Western Freedom [Link is Broken] http://www.familysecuritymatters.org By Susan MacAllen In 1978-9 I was living and studying in Denmark. An elderly woman to whom I was close said something to me one day that puzzled me for many years after. I forget what the context of our conversation was, but she commented that I - as a young American in Denmark - should not let any Dane scold me about the way America had treated its black population, because the Danes in her view treated their immigrants at least as badly. I wasnt sure which immigrants she meant, so I asked her. She answered that she meant those from the Middle East. But in 1978 - even in Copenhagen, one didnt see these Muslim immigrants. The Danish population embraced visitors, celebrated the exotic, went out of its way to protect each of its citizens. It was proud of its new brand of socialist liberalism - one in development since the conservatives had lost power in 1929 - a system where no worker had to struggle to survive, where one ultimately could count upon the state as in, perhaps, no other western nation at the time. The rest of Europe saw the Scandinavians as free-thinking, progressive and infinitely generous in their welfare policies. Denmark boasted low crime rates, devotion to the environment, a superior educational system and a history of humanitarianism. Denmark was also most generous in its immigration policies - it offered the best welcome in Europe to the new immigrant: generous welfare payments from first arrival plus additional perks in transportation, housing and education. It was determined to set a world example for inclusiveness and multiculturalism. How could it have predicted that one day in 2005 a series of political cartoons in a newspaper would spark violence that would leave dozens dead in the streets - all because its commitment to multiculturalism would come back to bite? By the 1990s the growing urban Muslim population was obvious - and its unwillingness to integrate into Danish society was obvious. Years of immigrants had settled into Muslim-exclusive enclaves. As the Muslim leadership became more vocal about what they considered the decadence of Denmarks liberal way of life, the Danes - once so welcoming - began to feel slighted. Many Danes had begun to see Islam as incompatible with their long-standing values: belief in personal liberty and free speech, in equality for women, in tolerance for other ethnic groups, and a deep pride in Danish heritage and history. The New York Post in 2002 ran an article by Daniel Pipes and Lars Hedegaard, in which they forecasted accurately that the growing immigrant problem in Denmark would explode. In the article they reported: · Muslim immigrants…constitute 5 percent of the population but consume upwards of 40 percent of the welfare spending. · Muslims are only 4 percent of Denmarks 5.4 million people but make up a majority of the countrys convicted rapists, an especially combustible issue given that practically all the female victims are non-Muslim. Similar, if lesser, disproportions are found in other crimes. · Over time, as Muslim immigrants increase in numbers, they wish less to mix with the indigenous population. A recent survey finds that only 5 percent of young Muslim immigrants would readily marry a Dane. · Forced marriages - promising a newborn daughter in Denmark to a male cousin in the home country, then compelling her to marry him, sometimes on pain of death - are one problem... · Muslim leaders openly declare their goal of introducing Islamic law once Denmarks Muslim population grows large enough - a not-that-remote prospect. If present trends persist, one sociologist estimates, every third inhabitant of Denmark in 40 years will be Muslim. It is easy to understand why a growing number of Danes would feel that Muslim immigrants show little respect for Danish values and laws. An example is the phenomenon common to other European countries and the U.S.: some Muslims in Denmark who opted to leave the Muslim faith have been murdered in the name of Islam, while others hide in fear for their lives. Jews are also threatened and harassed openly by Muslim leaders in Denmark, a country where once Christian citizens worked to smuggle out nearly all of their 7,000 Jews by night to Sweden - before the Nazis could invade. I think of my Danish friend Elsa - who as a teenager had dreaded crossing the street to the bakery every morning under the eyes of occupying Nazi soldiers - and I wonder what she would say today. In 2001, Denmark elected the most conservative government in some 70 years - one that had some decidedly non-generous ideas about liberal unfettered immigration. Today Denmark has the strictest immigration policies in Europe. ( Its effort to protect itself has been met with accusations of racism by liberal media across Europe - even as other governments struggle to right the social problems wrought by years of too-lax immigration.) If you wish to become Danish, you must attend three years of language classes. You must pass a test on Denmarks history, culture, and a Danish language test. You must live in Denmark for 7 years before applying for citizenship. You must demonstrate an intent to work, and have a job waiting. If you wish to bring a spouse into Denmark, you must both be over 24 years of age, and you wont find it so easy anymore to move your friends and family to Denmark with you. You will not be allowed to build a mosque in Copenhagen. Although your children have a choice of some 30 Arabic culture and language schools in Denmark, they will be strongly encouraged to assimilate to Danish society in ways that past immigrants werent. In 2006, the Danish minister for employment, Claus Hjort Frederiksen, spoke publicly of the burden of Muslim immigrants on the Danish welfare system, and it was horrifying: the governments welfare committee had calculated that if immigration from Third World countries were blocked, 75 percent of the cuts needed to sustain the huge welfare system in coming decades would be unnecessary. In other words, the welfare system as it existed was being exploited by immigrants to the point of eventually bankrupting the government. We are simply forced to adopt a new policy on immigration. The calculations of the welfare committee are terrifying and show how unsuccessful the integration of immigrants has been up to now, he said. A large thorn in the side of Denmarks imams is the Minister of Immigration and Integration, Rikke Hvilshoj. She makes no bones about the new policy toward immigration, The number of foreigners coming to the country makes a difference, Hvilshøj says, There is an inverse correlation between how many come here and how well we can receive the foreigners that come. And on Muslim immigrants needing to demonstrate a willingness to blend in, In my view, Denmark should be a country with room for different cultures and religions. Some values, however, are more important than others. We refuse to question democracy, equal rights, and freedom of speech. Hvilshoj has paid a price for her show of backbone. Perhaps to test her resolve, the leading radical imam in Denmark, Ahmed Abdel Rahman Abu Laban, demanded that the government pay blood money to the family of a Muslim who was murdered in a suburb of Copenhagen, stating that the familys thirst for revenge could be thwarted for money. When Hvilshoj dismissed his demand, he argued that in Muslim culture the payment of retribution money was common, to which Hvilshoj replied that what is done in a Muslim country is not necessarily what is done in Denmark. The Muslim reply came soon after: her house was torched while she, her husband and children slept. All managed to escape unharmed, but she and her family were moved to a secret location and she and other ministers were assigned bodyguards for the first time - in a country where such murderous violence was once so scarce. Her government has slid to the right, and her borders have tightened. Many believe that what happens in the next decade will determine whether Denmark survives as a bastion of good living, humane thinking and social responsibility, or whether it becomes a nation at civil war with supporters of Sharia law. And meanwhile, Americans clamor for stricter immigration policies, and demand an end to state welfare programs that allow many immigrants to live on the public dole. As we in America look at the enclaves of Muslims amongst us, and see those who enter our shores too easily, dare live on our taxes, yet refuse to embrace our culture, respect our traditions, participate in our legal system, obey our laws, speak our language, appreciate our history . . . we would do well to look to Denmark, and say a prayer for her future and for our own.
Desk Jockeyed [MjL --> Before you read this interesting article forwarded by Michael T. I wanted to explain why I thought it should end up under Food for Thought. I personally see this article as a classic example of the glass half-empty or half-full. I applaud our veterans and their service and think this article rightfully acknowledges that service. I also have this nagging worry that such lessons as this may inspire our youth to throw their lives into military service during such calamities as we have now in Iraq. I realize many believe the war in Iraq to be a safeguard to our country ... I believe it to an absolute waste of human life to no good end. <-- MjL] http://www.snopes.com In September of 2005, a social studies schoolteacher from Arkansas did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with permission of the school superintendent, the principal, and the building supervisor, she took all of the desks out of the classroom. The kids came into first period, they walked in; there were no desks. They obviously looked around and said, Wheres our desks? The teacher said, You cant have a desk until you tell me how you earn them. They thought, Well, maybe its our grades. No, she said. Maybe its our behavior. And she told them, No, its not even your behavior. And so they came and went in the first period, still no desks in the classroom. Second period, same thing. Third period. By early afternoon television news crews had gathered in the class to find out about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of the classroom. The last period of the day, the instructor gathered her class. They were at this time sitting on the floor around the sides of the room. She said, Throughout the day no one has really understood how you earn the desks that sit in this classroom ordinarily. Now Im going to tell you. She went over to the door of her classroom and opened it, and as she did 27 U.S. veterans, wearing their uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk. And they placed those school desks in rows, and then they stood along the wall. By the time they had finished placing the desks, those kids for the first time I think perhaps in their lives understood how they earned those desks. Their teacher said, You dont have to earn those desks. These guys did it for you. They put them out there for you, but its up to you to sit here responsibly, to learn, to be good students and good citizens, because they paid a price for you to have that desk, and dont ever forget it.
The Hot Chocolate Story A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups-porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite -- telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate. When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: Notice that all the nice looking; expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. The cup that youre drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each others cups. Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate we have. From Tammy
The Wooden Bowl A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old mans hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfathers shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. We must do something about father, said the son. Ive had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Often, when the family glanced in Grandfathers direction, he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, What are you making? Just as sweetly, the boy responded, Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfathers hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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