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Monday, March 5, 2012

Treasures Of The Heart

Today, started with sorting through the volumes of incoming emails. Usually the task involves choosing between the good and bad stuff and enjoying the rewarding sounds of hitting the delete button as fast as I can. But, suddenly I was distracted by a title that caught my eye and I paused to investigate it closely.  Since I recognized the name of the sender, I felt very safe in opening the visually capturing mail. As I read each line to its final period, I knew then that I was obligated to share it with all of you, my valued readers.  My only regret is that I could not determine its author, as its my desire to give all the credit for this piece to it's proper owner. 

May your heart also be enlighten by its meaning and blessing: 


A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.  
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered  

The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather's 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.  I've 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.  
When the family glanced in Grandfather‘s direction, sometimes 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 so that 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 Grandfather's 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.  

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.  
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:  

A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.  

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.  

I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life..   
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.  

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.  
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.. but, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.  

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.  
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.  

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.  
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back...., I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. 


  1. Clarence, a touching parable and a great post chock full of valuable insights.

  2. While reading this my tears dropped one by one. I love the story and I think this a huge life lessons. I myself is taking care of my ill father-in-law since I came here in the US. I does everything for him served his food etc. so when I read this story it break my heart. Honestly on what I observe and my own experience also in my hubby's family; here in the US when you’re old it seems that your family doesn't want to take care of you. I feel so bad for the old people here. That's why one day my hubby and I promise it's other that we’re going to take care of each other no matter what and no one of us will go to a nursing home. :-)


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