A lovely story
Back in 1986 when I working as a Communications Instructor at the Army’s School of Armour I was also the treasurer of the Regimental Funds (You could call it the Unit Social Club). We had a small shop where we sold Army stuff and souvenir’s to raise money for social events. One item we sold were handmade pottery mugs, all different, with your name on them. A home for disabled people made them. Janet and I purchased a mug for each of our family members, I still have mine.
I was reminded of this by this story that Janet brought home from the Nursing Home where she does volunteering. It’s a lovely story so I thought I’d share it.
When we were children, I am sure we all heard delightful stories that brought us into the world of fantasy and magic. As I recall some of the ones I was told, I now realise they held a greater secret, the secret of life which was rarely if ever unlocked. Let me give you an example. The story of grandparents searching for a gift, a beautiful gift for their 4 year old grandson.
After scouring the shops, they finally spotted the perfect gift, a beautiful magical colourful cup.
“Look at this lovely cup”, she says to her husband. He picks it up and says, ‘You’re right! This is one of the loveliest teacups I have ever seen.”
At this point something remarkable happened – something that could only happen in a children’s book. The teacup says to the grandparents, ‘Thank you but I wasn’t always beautiful’. Instead of being surprised that the cup can talk, the grand parents ask it, “What do you mean when you say you weren’t always beautiful?”
“Well,” says the teacup, “Once I was just an ugly soggy lump of clay. But one day some man with dirty wet hands threw me on a sheel. The he started turning me around and around until I got so dizzy I couldn’t see straight. ‘Stop! Stop!’, I cried. But the man with the wet hand said, ‘Not Yet!’
“Then he started to poke me and punch me until I hurt all over. ‘Stop! Stop!’ I cried. But the man said ‘Not Yet’. Finally, he did stop. But then he did something much worse. He put me into a furnace. I got hotter and hotter until I couldn’t stand it. ‘Stop! Stop!’ I cried. But the man said ‘Not Yet’. Finally when I thought I was going to burn up the man took me out of the furnace.”
“Then some short lady began to paint me. The fumes got so bad that they me feel sick. ‘Stop! Stop!’, I cried. ‘Not Yet’, said the lady. “Finally she did stop. But then she gave me back to the man again and he put me back into that awful furnace.”
“This time it was hotter than before. ‘Stop! Stop!’ I cried. But the man said ‘Not Yet’. “Finally he took me out of the furnace and let me cool. When I was completely cool a pretty lady put me on this shelf, next to this mirror.”
“When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was amazed. I could not believe what I saw. I was no longer ugly, soggy and dirty. I was beautiful, firm and clean. I cried for joy. It was then I realised that all the pain was worthwhile. Without itI would still be an ugly, soggy lump of wet clay. It was then that all the pain took on meaning for me – it passed but the beauty it brought has remained.”
I guess there’s a message in there for all of us.
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Cousin Elly
Cousin Elly, who happens to be blonde, is the world’s worst at getting instructions mixed up. When she got married her husband bought her one of those fancy, electric coffee makers. It had all the latest gadgets on it.
Salesman Riley carefully explained how everything worked; how to plug it in, add coffee and water, set the timer, go back to bed, and upon rising, the coffee is ready.
A few weeks later Elly was back in the store and Riley asked her how she liked the coffee maker.
“Wonderful!” she replied, “However, there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why do I have to go to bed every time I want to make a pot of coffee?”
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Twins
A friend of mine gets peeved when passers-by pat his twin three-year-olds on the head and ask, “Are they twins?” But he has found what he considers the perfect reply. “No, they’re not,” he says. “I’ve got two wives.”
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Four People on an Airplane
A Sunday School teacher asked her class to draw pictures of their favorite Bible stories. She was puzzled by one drawing — it showed four people on an airplane!
Teacher: “What Bible story is that?”
Kid: “It’s the flight to Egypt.”
Teacher: “I see … and that must be Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus … but who’s the fourth person?”
Kid: “Oh, that’s Pontius, the Pilot.”
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