The Wooden Bowl
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The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year–old grandson.
The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and
failing sight made eating difficult.. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
‘We must do something about father,’ said the son.
‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making?’ Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ‘
The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.
For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,
neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled..
On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day,the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life.’
I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands.You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.
I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.
But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did!
NOTICE AT THE END,
THE DATE THE CANDLE WAS STARTED.
GONNA GIVE YOU GOOSE BUMPS.
I am not going to be the one who lets it die. I found it believable —
angels have walked beside me all my life–and they still do.
This is to all of you who
mean something to me,
I pray for your happiness.
The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship
This candle was lit on the
15th of September, 1998
Someone who loves you have helped
keep it alive by sending it to you.
Don’t let The Candle of Love, Hope and Friendship die.
Pass It On To All Of Your Friends
and Everyone You Love!
May God richly bless you!
He Had no Servants,yet they called him Master.No degrees yet they called him Teacher,No medicines yet they called him Healer,.No armies yet the king of Kong N Lord of Lords,.He won no military battles,yet he conquered the world.He committed no crime,yet they crucified him..He was buried in a tomb, yet he lives today with us.,..Dont u feel honoured to serve such a man J E S U S.He Loves u just the way u are…Happy EASTER!!!!!!! Jimmy & Nita
Many people watching “Australia’s Got Talent” last night (30 August 2011) on Channel 7 were in tears when Emmanuel Kelly, an adopted child from Iraq, sang John Lennon’s famous classic Imagine not only because of his X factor but also because of the song’s emotional appeal and Emmanuel’s background.
The whole episode signified and brought to the surface the tragedies of war more than anything else, particularly in Iraq, but which are equally relevant to other countries including Sri Lanka.
When Emmanuel was asked by a judge of the competition, Ronan Keating, “What is your age?” He said that “I am not exactly sure. When I was found in an orphanage by my Mom, there was no birth certificate.”
“My story is that I was born in the middle of the war and I and my brother were left in shoe boxes in a Park. We were in the middle of gunfire… those noises we didn’t understand.”
Emmanuel undoubtedly had the X factor with the potential of becoming a professional singer. He may be about 15 years of age, born around 1995 in Iraq. Giving an interview to the Herald Sun this morning he said, “When I got up and started singing, there was nothing else. Adrenalin just took over. It was just a blur.” There was no doubt for any listener that Emmanuel had got the right talent.
The toughest judges, Ronan Keating, Spice Girl Mel Brown, Natalie Bassingthwaighte and Guy Sebastian were completely moved and even emotional when Emmanuel started singing.
Emmanuel further said that “Singing is what I love doing and singing is the only thing I want to do.” “I know plenty of singers that are 50 times better than I am, it is just they chose not to follow that path. Singing is the path I want to follow and some doors have opened up now and I just want to push even more. I just want to sing and I want to make people happy.”
Emmanuel and his brother Ahmed, both with limb deficiencies allegedly due to war, are adopted by Moria Kelly who is the Head of the Children First Foundation in Australia. It is the same Moria who became the foster mother and guardian to the once-conjoined Bangladeshi twins, Krishna and Trishna. Emmanuel called them “my cousins.”
It was extremely fitting to the occasion that Emmanuel sang John Lennon’s Imaginewith fitting emotion. Imagine what?
“Imagine there’s no Heaven, no Hell below us.”
Then what will guide us?
“It is the people, all the people living for today.”
Lennon’s imagination was undoubtedly post-modernist. Whether you agree or not, there is some profound truth in it. That is the ultimate futility of war for ‘nation,’ ‘country’ or ‘religion,’ the war to kill each other. In this sense, Lennon’s lyrics also expounded pacifism, whether practical or not, under certain circumstances.
Lennon’s final objective was the most important: “Imagine all the people, living life in peace.” That objective also has a socialist future. “Imagine no possessions, no need for greed or hunger, brotherhood of man, imagine all the people sharing all the world.”
The last important question to pose is whether it is just a dream? Lennon’s answer was “You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.” Emmanuel was apparently emotional when he sang the last verse of the song. He came from Iraq without known parent, and now lives in Australia with an adopted mother and family.
Rosamma Aunty Turns 88 Today & Its Womens day today ( March 8th) . I thought this is surely a coincidence.But Rosamma aunty lived such a dignified life all through the years and showed us that this surely is not a coincidence. .One evening when I was there a boy came there to sell Knives.Achachan immedietly asked him “ivarude kazhutharakkan pattiya knife vallathum undengil edukku”We all burst out laughing. The vendor had a perplexed look on his face.. Then I noticed Rosamma aunty going inside with her cool and don’t care smile… WE Wish her Good Helth.Nita & Jimmy
This is a cutting frm Manorama. Pl share
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