elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the
receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and silent. Just as I was
thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his
mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the
man’s, he said, ‘I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller
too.’.
——————————————————————————————————- As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy, cameinto the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she wasintrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, ‘My mom has some of those, butI don’t think she knows how to use them.’ ——————————————————————————————————- Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I gota little wistful. ‘In ten years,’ I said, ‘you’ll want to be with yourfriends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you donow. Carolyn shrugged. ‘In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those thingsanyway.’ ——————————————————————————————————- Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of givingimmunization shots to children. One day I entered the examining room to givefour-year-old Lizzie her needle. ‘No, no, no!’ she screamed. ‘Lizzie,’ scolded her mother, ‘that’s not polite behavior.’ With that, the girl yelled even louder, ‘No, thank you! No, thank you! ——————————————————————————————————- On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson asked my son thequestion. ‘Dad, I know that babies come from mommies’ tummies, but how dothey get there in the first place?’ he asked innocently. After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up indisgust. ‘You don’t have to make something up, Dad. It’s OK if you don’t know theanswer.’ ——————————————————————————————————- Just before I was deployed to Iraq, I sat my eight-year-old son down andbroke the news to him. ‘I’m going to be away for a long time,’ I told him.’I'm going to Iraq .’ ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘Don’t you know there’s a war going on over there?’ ——————————————————————————————————- Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children strickenwith cancer, AIDS and blood diseases. One afternoon he and his wife, JoanneWoodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids. A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn’t knowthat Newman was a famous movie star, explained, ‘That’s the man who madethis camp possible. Maybe you’ve seen his picture on his salad dressingbottle?’ Blank stares. ‘Well, you’ve probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.’ An eight-year-old girl perked up. ‘How long was he missing?’ =========================================================== God’s Problem Now ——————————————————————————————————- His wife’s grave side service just barely finished, when there was massiveclap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied byeven more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, ‘Well, she’sthere.. ——————————————————————————————————- May happiness smile on your world and in your heart..
