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I think this is really great. Obviously you don't have to send it to
all your friends if you don't want to. That part of what otherwise are
really great emails, tend to make me mad. Anyway, I thought you would
appreciate the story.
Hope school is going well. You must be out soon. Our kids are out
the 19th-21st. Each one a different day!
My alarm went off -- it was Sunday again; I was tired -- it was my one day
to sleep in.
but the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day would have been too much, so
I'd go; I'd pray.
I showered and shaved, adjusted suit and tie, Got there and swung into a pew
just in time.
Bowing my head in humble prayer Before I closed my eyes,
I saw that the shoe of the man next to me was touching my own and I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side, I thought, "why do our soles have to
It bothered me so; he was glued to my shoe, But it didn't seem to bother him
Then the prayer began: "Heavenly Father," someone said--
But I thought, "Does this man with the shoes have no pride?"
They were dusty, worn, scratched end to end.
What's worse, there were holes on the side!
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said a quiet
I tried to focus on the prayer, but my thoughts were on his shoes again.
Aren't we supposed to look our best when walking through that door?
"Well, his certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer ended and songs of praise began. The shoe man was loud,
sounding proud as he sang.
He lifted the rafters; his hands raised high; The Lord surely heard his voice
from the sky.
Then the offering was passed; what I threw in was steep.
The shoe man reached into his pockets, so deep, and I tried to see what he
pulled out to put in,
then I heard a soft "clink," as when silver hits tin.
The sermon bored me to tears--And no lie--
It was the same for the shoe man,For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service, as is custom here, We must greet the visitors and
show them good cheer.
But I was moved inside to want to meet this man, So after the closing, I
shook his hand.
He was old, his skin dark, his hair a mess. I thanked him for coming, for
being our guest,
He said, "My name's Charlie, glad to meet you, my friend,"
And therere were tears in his eyes--but he had a wide grin.
"Let me explain," he said, wiping his eyes.
"I've been coming for months, and you're the first to say, "Hi."
"I know I don't look like all the rest, but I always try to look my best."
"I polish my shoes before my long walk, but by the time I get here they're as
dirty as chalk."
My heart fell to my knees, but I held back my tears, he continued,
"And I must apologize for sitting so near." "But I know when I get here, I
must look a sight.
And I thought . . . if I touched you, our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment knowing anything I said would pale in comparison,
so I spoke from my heart not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said. "And taught me, in part,
That the best of a man is what's in his heart."
The rest, I thought, this man will never know. . .how thankful I am that he
touched my soul!
You might be best friends one year,
pretty good friends the next year,
don't talk that often the next year,
don't want to talk at all the year after that.
So, I just wanted to say,
even if I never talk to you again in my life,
you are special to me and you have made a
difference in my
life, I respect you, and truly cherish you.
Send this to all your friends,
no matter how often you talk,
or how close you are,
and send it to the person who sent it to you.
Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them,
and tell new friends you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend,
someday you might feel like you have no friends
at all, just remember this e-mail
and take comfort in knowing
somebody out there cares about you and always
For God so loved the world, that he gave His
only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him
shall not perish, but have
everlasting life. John 3:16
"Before we blame, we should first see if we can't excuse."
--G. C. Lichtenberg
Positive thinking is simply reacting positively to a negative situation.