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My good friend H (who visited me last year for a week around my birthday if you can remember that far back) sent me this in an e-mail this morning - one of those 'if you care, send this on to all your friends'. Usually I just ignore these things (especially the 'good luck' ones - as if sending a few e-mails will make me win the lottery. *snort*), but this one actually has rather a good point, even if it is wrapped up in schmaltz and one of those 'true stories' that I'm sure is made up. Aaaaanyway, here it is behind the cut because it sort of tapped into a lot of feelings I've had lately, such as 'I am so blessed with such a wonderful family - I'm sure I don't deserve it!' and 'Oh god when will I *ever* get on top of things again, not to mention have a few minutes just to myself without feeling guilty?' (and also of course 'How dare I whine when I know people who have *way* harder lives than I?').
The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and
he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as
to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift
box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again
when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner,
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's
supposed to be something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty.
I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around this
little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is
told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And
whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he
would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and friends. There is no more precious
possession anyone could hold.
You now have two choices. You can:
* 1- Pass this on to your friends, or
* 2- Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
ETA: *did* warn you!
Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly. Think positive and act. This is nice
finding something positive out of every negative, which we don't
always manage to do.
I am thankful....
For the partner who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with
me and not with someone else.
For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am employed.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning, because
it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means
that we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because
it means I am capable of walking and that have been blessed with transportation.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have
been capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means
that I am alive.
AND FINALLY...
For too much e-mail (or LJ spammage), because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
THINK POSITIVE!!
The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and
he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as
to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift
box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again
when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner,
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's
supposed to be something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty.
I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around this
little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is
told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And
whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he
would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family and friends. There is no more precious
possession anyone could hold.
You now have two choices. You can:
* 1- Pass this on to your friends, or
* 2- Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
ETA: *did* warn you!
Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly. Think positive and act. This is nice
finding something positive out of every negative, which we don't
always manage to do.
I am thankful....
For the partner who snores all night, because he is at home asleep with
me and not with someone else.
For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am employed.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning, because
it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means
that we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because
it means I am capable of walking and that have been blessed with transportation.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have
been capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means
that I am alive.
AND FINALLY...
For too much e-mail (or LJ spammage), because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
THINK POSITIVE!!
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