I heard this story as a child and it came in my email today. I want to share it with you and hope you will think about the moral of the story.
The Wooden Bowl
a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult.
Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
served in a wooden bowl.
he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
with wood scraps on the floor.
the boy responded,
when I grow up.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word
was spoken, both knew what must be done.
him back to the family table.
And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care
any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth
how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
handles four things:
You nee d to be able to throw something back sometimes.