[OT] Wooden Bowls and Life's Lessons (Corn Warning)


From a Dingbat friend of mine... Well, it has wood in it...
------------------------------------------------ The Wooden Bowl
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, sometime 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 three things: a rainy day, 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.
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. I've learned that you shouldn't open Michelob bottles with your teeth, even if you are with several friends.
I've learned that no matter how many times you shit in the morning, once you get your 50 pounds of hunting clothes on and are 5 miles down the road, you will have to shit again.
I've learned that you do not pass out around my friends, otherwise you might look like Marilyn Manson when you come around.
I've learned no matter what a speeding driver says, he's lying.
I've learned to hate hurricanes and to wish them on other's areas.
I've learned to never fart in public, it may be worst than a fart.
I've learned that no matter what a director says, he's lying.
I've learned that you never use the broiler elements of your oven to make toast, they ARE gonna burn.
I've learned you can't swallow pills with hot coffee. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn and I'll write more learns later....
Greg G.
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Can't you just smell the potpourri?
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Robatoy said:

Well, I be smell'n somethin' but it ain't no potpourri...
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not bad, Greg... it's about wood, kinda, and definitely has a message....
I remember back when my dad was in what we call "decline", I guess... in his 70's and had a few strokes.... I was in real estate and not knowing any better I'd leased a new Mercedes... took dad out for coffee and he ordered one "for the road"... Oh, shit.. he's going to spill coffee in my new car!!! I was about to ask him to finish his coffee before he got in the car, when a little voice in my head said something like "how many times did you spill things in HIS cars?" Somehow, I didn't really mind having to clean the coffee spills off the leather that night...

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mac davis said:

It rang a chord in my head due to my father and the treatment he received during his last few years of suffering with Parkinson's. (No, not by me.)
And you should try some of those spiffy Black-Velvet-Elvis seatcovers. They just suck up spilled coffee - and donuts - and fried chicken...
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I'm guessing that you should have ended that one with DAMHIK... *g*
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mac davis said:

Nooooo - not me. Not really a Pelvis fan. <g> I _was_ amused to see an Elvis Presley Drive in Warner Robbins, GA not long ago, however...
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