Guest guest Posted January 5, 2003 Report Share Posted January 5, 2003 and you to me heather-thanks. carol On Sun, 5 Jan 2003 10:08:56 -0800 "Don & " <handd1@...> writes: Group, "A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift, A friend is someone we treasure for our friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with beauty, joy and grace, And makes the whole world we live in a better and happier place. --r McManus You lift my spirits, fill my life and truly are a gift. Love, Kum Group Owner "People Helping People" 415-508-1517 509-267-2529 handd1@... Add this card to your address book "You can complain that roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses" --Ziggy ~~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~~ The Being Sick CommunityMessage Archives and Digest Attachment Pictures:-/messagesChat:- Scheduled Daily Chats at /chatBookmarks:-Add a website URL you have found useful./linksPersonal Complaints or problems:-Please contact a moderator email: -owner Subscription Details:-1) Individual email - means that every email sent to the list you receive.2) Daily Digest - sends you 25 messages in one single email for you to browse. This is an excellent option if you receive alot of email.3) Web only/No mail - means that you can pop into groups at your convenience and receive no email.To modify your subscription settings please visit:- /joinTo subscribe or unsubscribe please email:--subscribe -unsubscribe ~~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~~When nothing is sure, everything is possible.--- Margaret Drabble~~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~ *** ~~~~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2008 Report Share Posted June 13, 2008 The Gift By Gaudet The old lady places her shawl on top of the bedside table and opens the door below. She removes two brightly colored doilies, which she has painfully knitted over the course of two weeks. She holds them with long fingers, gnarled with age. She has made them for the redheaded girl who comes to clean her room. The old lady has come to anticipate the sounds of the girl's cleaning cart coming down the hall. The girl is friendly and the old dear loves to hear her talk of her daughter and her life as she bustles around the room, making the bed and cleaning the floor. They have a special relationship, these two. The old lady loves to talk of times past; she loves the way her stories fall on rapt ears and the way she feels when the girl sits down just to listen to her and her tales. The ghosts of memory also come with these visits, and they leave their little stamps of love and longing, but she would not change a thing. These daily meetings with this girl have given her a way to bring lost friends and family to life. The two exchange secrets and tips, and when something happens in the ward, the old lady can't wait to tell her special friend. So she gives the girl the only thing she can, to show how much all this means. "I hope you like them," she says uncertainly as she hands the doilies over with shaking hands. The girl, choked up, says, "Of course I do, silly." Tears well up in the cleaners eyes, as she can see the obvious effort it must have taken the old girl to make these beautifully colored pieces with such terrible arthritis. The girl thinks, to herself, that this is what makes her job so worthwhile. The cleaner moves on to the next room with more tears in her eyes and the doilies in her purse. The shift has just begun, and there are still 22 rooms to clean. Many more inspirational stories available on the following link... Inspirational Story (96) Aseem Kaistha It's your attitude and not your aptitude that determines your altitude. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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