Friday, February 10, 2006

A Must Read

OK, so I got choked up when I read this. It's a must gang.....

Puppies For Sale
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He
painted a sign
advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing
it to a post on the edge of
his yard. As he was driving the last nail into
the post, he felt a tug on
his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of
a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your
puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat
off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents and cost
a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then
reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change and held it
up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to
take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let
out a whistle. "Here,
Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and
down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the
chain link fence. His
eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the
little boy noticed
something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one
noticeably smaller. Down
the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward
manner, the little pup
began hobbling toward the others, doing its
best to catch up....

"I want that one," the little boy said,
pointing to the runt. The farmer
knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son,
you don't want that puppy.
He will never be able to run and play with you
like these other dogs
would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the
fence, reached down,
and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running
down both sides of
his leg attaching itself to a specially made
shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You
see sir, I don't run
too well myself, and he will need someone who
understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and
picked up the
little pup.

Holding it carefully, he handed it to the little
boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge,"
answered the
farmer, "There's no charge for love."

courtesy of Charlotte at littleoddyssey.blogspot.com


I'm thankful for all the people out there who "understand" and have walked a mile in my shoes. It helps lighten the load. And to all those who can only sympathize--thanks for loving me and doing what you can, even though my position in life can make things hard on all of us. There's nothing like a love that knows no bounds...

1 comment:

JeniBeans said...

*sniff, sniff* As soon as he reached down to roll up his pant leg I knew what was coming. *sniff, sniff*