These stories are so neat!!! Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The Winner:
A four year old boy's next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man crying, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
Honorable Mentions:
Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different color hair than the other family members. One child suggested that he was adopted and a little girl said, "I know all about adoptions because I was adopted."
"What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child.
"It means," said the little girl, "that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy."
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A four year old was at the pediatrician for a check up. As the doctor looked down in her ears, he asked, "Do you think I'll find Big Bird in here?" The little girl stayed silent. The doctor took a look down her throat, he asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster in here?" The little girl stayed silent. Then, as the doctor was listening to her heart, he asked, "Do you think I'll hear Barney in here?"
The little girl broke her silence and said, "No, you'll find Jesus in my heart, Barney is on my underwear."
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As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped to watch a local Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was.
"We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered with a smile.
"Really," I said. "I have to say, you don't look very discouraged."
"Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."
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Whenever I am disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen. On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to pick up Jamie after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement.
"Guess what Mom," he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me: "I've been chosen to clap and cheer."
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A lesson in "heart" is my little 10 year old daughter, Sarah, who was born with a muscle missing in her foot, and wears a brace all the time. She came home one beautiful spring day and told me she had competed in "field day"... that's where they have lots of races and other competitive events.
Because of her leg support, my mind raced as I tried to think of encouragement for my Sarah, things I could say to her about not letting this get her down, but before I could get a word out, she said,
"Daddy, I won two of the races!"
I couldn't believe it!
And then Sarah said, "I had an advantage though."
Ah, I knew it, I thought she must have been given a head start ... some special privilege due to wearing a brace.
Sarah said, "But Daddy, I didn't get a head start; my advantage was that I had to work harder than the others!"
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An eye witness account from New York City on a cold day in December: A little boy about 10 years old was standing in front of a shoe store window, barefooted and shivering from the cold. A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?"
"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boys reply.
The lady took him by the hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the little boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of warm water, some soap and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks.
Placing a pair of socks upon his little feet, she purchased a pair of shoes for him. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks, and gave them to the boy. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?"
As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking upto in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words: "Are you God's wife?"
Barbara Barkony
