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 was: A four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
> > elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man
> > cry, 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 had said to
> > the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
> >
>
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> > 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.
> >
> > 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 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 her ears with an otoscope, he asked, "Do you think I'll
> > find Big Bird in here?"
> >
> > The little girl stayed silent.
> >
> > Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and looked down her throat. He
> > asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster down there?"
> >
> > Again, the little girl was silent.
> >
> > Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her chest. As he listened to her
> > heart beat, he asked, "Do you think I'll hear Barney in there?"
> >
> > "Oh, no!" the little girl replied. "Jesus is in my heart. Barney's on my
> > underpants."
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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'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about
> > little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a 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 collect him 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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> > An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on a cold day in December
> > some years ago:
> >
> > A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the
> > roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with
> > 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 boy's 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 boy. She then asked if
> > he could give her a basin of water 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 a towel.
> > By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon
> > the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the
> > remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.
> >
> > 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 up in her face, with tears in his
> > eyes, answered the question with these words: "Are you God's Wife?"
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> > asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring
> > child.
> >
> > The winner was: A four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
> > elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man
> > cry, 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 had said to
> > the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
> >
>
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> > 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.
> >
> > 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 girl, "that you grew in your mommy's heart instead
> > of her tummy."
> > -----------------------------------------------------------------------
> > A four year old was at the pediatrician for a check up. As the doctor
> > looked down her ears with an otoscope, he asked, "Do you think I'll
> > find Big Bird in here?"
> >
> > The little girl stayed silent.
> >
> > Next, the doctor took a tongue depressor and looked down her throat. He
> > asked, "Do you think I'll find the Cookie Monster down there?"
> >
> > Again, the little girl was silent.
> >
> > Then the doctor put a stethoscope to her chest. As he listened to her
> > heart beat, he asked, "Do you think I'll hear Barney in there?"
> >
> > "Oh, no!" the little girl replied. "Jesus is in my heart. Barney's on my
> > underpants."
> > -----------------------------------------------------------------------
> > 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. "
> > -----------------------------------------------------------------------
> > Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about
> > little Jamie Scott. Jamie was trying out for a part in a 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 collect him 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."
> > ----------------------------------------------------------------------
> > An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on a cold day in December
> > some years ago:
> >
> > A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the
> > roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with
> > 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 boy's 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 boy. She then asked if
> > he could give her a basin of water 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 a towel.
> > By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon
> > the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the
> > remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.
> >
> > 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 up in her face, with tears in his
> > eyes, answered the question with these words: "Are you God's Wife?"
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