For My Friends (something Sweet)...

Sweet story.

Lana


gold wrapping paper
> >
> >i received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I
> >had a choice to make too. I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
> >
> >the story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old
> >daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. []money
> >was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold
> >paper to decorate a box to put under the christmas tree.
> >
> >nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the
> >next morning and said, "this is for you, momma." the mother was
> >embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again
> >when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her
> >daughter in a harsh manner. "don't you know, young lady, when you give
> >someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
> >
> >
> >she had tears in her eyes and said, "oh, momma, it's not empty! I blew
> >kisses into it until it was full."
> >
> >the mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around
> >her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless
> >anger.
> >
> >an accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it
> >is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years
> >of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems
> >she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the
> >love of the child who had put it there.
> >
> >in a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a
> >golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,
> >family, friends and god. There is no more precious possession anyone
> >could hold.
> >
> >you now have two choices:
> >
> >1. Pass this on to your friends, or
> >2. Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
> >
> >as you can see, I took choice no. 1.
> >
> >friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have
> >trouble remembering how to fly.
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