Something To Remember
Some time ago, a friend of mine
punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting
a roll of gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight
and he became infuriated when the small
child tried to decorate a box to
put under the tree.
Nevertheless the little girl
brought the gift to her father the next
morning and said "This is for you Daddy."
He was embarrassed by his earlier
over reaction. But his anger flared again
when he found that the box was empty. Then he yelled
at her, "Don't yoke
at her, "Don't you know that when you
give someone a present there's supposed to be something
inside of it?"
The little girl looked up at him
with tears in her eyes
and said, "Oh Daddy it's not empty.
I blew kisses into the box. All
for you Daddy." The father was crushed.
My friend told me that he kept that
gold box near his bed for
years. Whenever he was discouraged he would 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 has
been given a gold container filled with unconditional
love and kisses. There is no more
precious possession anyone could hold.