I Am Not Much For Chain Letters. this one hit home......

[Trystim 0]

During the waning years of the depression in a small Idaho community,I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand for farm fresh produceas the season made it available. Food and money were still extremelyscarce and bartering was used extensively.One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed asmall boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrilyapprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of freshgreen peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversationbetween Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me."Hello Barry, how are you today?""H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas .. surelook good""They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?""Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.""Good. Anything I can help you with?""No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.""Would you like to take some home?""No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.""Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?""All I got's my prize marble here.""Is that right? Let me see it.""Here 'tis. She's a dandy.""I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort ofgo for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?""Not zackley ... but almost.""Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next tripthis way let me look at that red marble.""Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. Witha smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community,all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargainwith them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they comeback with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides hedoesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag ofproduce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps"I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A shorttime later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of thisman, the boys, and their bartering.Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Justrecently I had the occasion to visit some old friends in that Idahocommunity and while I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died.They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friendswanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relativesof the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Aheadof us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and theother two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts .. all veryprofessional looking.They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by herhusband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on thecheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her mistylight blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stoppedbriefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in thecasket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentionedthe story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening,she took my hand and led me to the casket."Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them.Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.. they came to pay their debt.""We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," sheconfided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest manin Idaho."With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceasedhusband Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments thattake our breath.Today .. I wish you a day of ordinary miracles........ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself......... An unexpected phone call from an old friend......... Green stoplights on your way to work........ The fastest line at the grocery store......... A good sing-along song on the radio......... Your keys right where you left themThey say it takes a minute to find a special person,An hour to appreciate them,A day to love them,But an entire life to forget them.Send this to the people you'll never forget.If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in too much of ahurry, and that you've probably forgotten your friends

[spawn_syxx9 1]

oO chain letters are so dumb they never work for me.