Little Things.

Little things

After Sept. 11th, one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their available office space. At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive..... and all the stories were just:


L I T T L E things
As you might know, the head of the company got in late that day because his son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.

One of them missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.

One's car wouldn't start.

One went back to answer the telephone.

One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.

One couldn't get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.

Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone .. all the little things that annoy me. I think to myself, this is exactly where I am supposed to be at this very moment.

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated.  You are being taken care of.

May you continue to be blessed with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.

Ice Cream

Ice Cream

Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all!
Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!" Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it
wrong? Is God mad at me?" As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the
table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.
"Really?" my son asked. "Cross my heart," the man replied. Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), " Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice
cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."

The End.

I loved this story! Please keep it moving. Sometimes we all need some ice cream. I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today.

The Mayonnaise Jar and Coffee

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND COFFEE   >When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the coffee... > >A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. > >So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the >jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas >between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was >full. They agreed it was > >The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of >course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar >was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." > >The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and >poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space >between the sand. The students laughed. > >"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to >recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the >important things-your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, >and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost and only >they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other >things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is >everything else-the small stuff. > >"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room >for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all >your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the >things that are important. Pay attention to the things that are >critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get >medical checkups. Take your wife out to dinner. Maybe even play another 18. There's >always time to clean the house and fix the disposal." > >Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your >priorities. The rest is just sand." > >One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee >represented. > >The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no >matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups >of coffee with a friend." > >Please share this with someone you care about.