A SIMPLE WAY
TO PAY IT FORWARD
This inspirational E-mail caught my attention.I do not know the identity of the author, so I am not able to give appropriate recognition for such a beautiful message.
PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME AND ENJOY...
''Here's to T-bone steaks,
yellow roses and friendship.
FOR THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE IN
THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP, THIS
INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGE WILL
"TUG"AT YOUR HEART STRINGS!!!!
Pay it Forward As A Valentines Day Gift. It's a
message worth sharing on this day or any day!
PLEASE READ IT NOW!
And then re-read it. Especially the last part...
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested
in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my
husband of 7 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
He often came with me and almost every time he'd
pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew
what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the
aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. He knew I
loved yellow roses.
With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few
items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different
since he had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little
more thought than it had for two.
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak
and remembered how he had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim
and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked
up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket
hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and
once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me
watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones,
but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale
blue eyes."My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her.
Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the
tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every
moment you have together. "She shook her head and I saw the
emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and
wheeled away.
I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the
dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I
should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice
cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward
the front. I saw first the green suit, and then recognized the pretty
lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her
face was the brightest smile I had ever seen.
I would swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept
walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer,
I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These
are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed
yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they
will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle
kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.
I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but
still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears
clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled
in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did
she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear.
I wasn't alone.
Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with
tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Every day be thankful for what you have and who
you are (Please read all of this, it is really nice).
This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your
friends including the person that sent it to you.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings;
thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light
as long as possible; thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are
blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising;
thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There
are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks
are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children
are so loud; thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many
who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture
in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced; thank you,
Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous; thank
you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who
have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from
day to day and wish my circumstances were not so
modest; thank you, Lord, for life.
Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help
make our world a better place to live, right?
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty,
Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better
and happier place.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND!
God bless you and yours.
Jerry
If at times you feel unsure about how to be grateful then
I hope this inspirational e-mail will be the light that opens
a door to everything each of us has to be grateful for.
If you enjoyed this post, please SHARE, LIKE, TWEET or GOOGLE+ Thanks so much...I appreciate it!
TO PAY IT FORWARD
This inspirational E-mail caught my attention.I do not know the identity of the author, so I am not able to give appropriate recognition for such a beautiful message.
PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME AND ENJOY...
''Here's to T-bone steaks,
yellow roses and friendship.
FOR THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE IN
THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP, THIS
INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGE WILL
"TUG"AT YOUR HEART STRINGS!!!!
Pay it Forward As A Valentines Day Gift. It's a
message worth sharing on this day or any day!
PLEASE READ IT NOW!
And then re-read it. Especially the last part...
I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested
in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my
husband of 7 years was still too raw.
And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.
He often came with me and almost every time he'd
pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew
what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the
aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. He knew I
loved yellow roses.
With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few
items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different
since he had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little
more thought than it had for two.
Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak
and remembered how he had loved his steak.
Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim
and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked
up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket
hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and
once again reached for the pack of steaks. She saw me
watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones,
but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale
blue eyes."My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her.
Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the
tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every
moment you have together. "She shook her head and I saw the
emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and
wheeled away.
I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the
dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I
should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice
cream. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.
I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward
the front. I saw first the green suit, and then recognized the pretty
lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her
face was the brightest smile I had ever seen.
I would swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept
walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer,
I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These
are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed
yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they
will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle
kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.
I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but
still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears
clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled
in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did
she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear.
I wasn't alone.
Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with
tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.
Every day be thankful for what you have and who
you are (Please read all of this, it is really nice).
This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your
friends including the person that sent it to you.
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings;
thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light
as long as possible; thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are
blind.
Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising;
thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There
are many who are bedridden.
Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks
are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children
are so loud; thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many
who are lonely.
Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture
in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced; thank you,
Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.
Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous; thank
you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who
have no job.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from
day to day and wish my circumstances were not so
modest; thank you, Lord, for life.
Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help
make our world a better place to live, right?
A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone to treasure. For friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty,
Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better
and happier place.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND!
God bless you and yours.
Jerry
If at times you feel unsure about how to be grateful then
I hope this inspirational e-mail will be the light that opens
a door to everything each of us has to be grateful for.
If you enjoyed this post, please SHARE, LIKE, TWEET or GOOGLE+ Thanks so much...I appreciate it!
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