This is a story of love and kindness..and how it affected 3 young men.
You may have read this somewhere before..but, I just felt I had to print it out again. In these days of trials we must be kind and giving
it changes lives.
I was at the corner grocery store buying some potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean,hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked geen peas.''
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller ( the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr.Miller. Fine , thank ya. Jus' admirelin' them peas. They sure look good..'
'They are good Barry, How's your Ma?'
"Fine, gettin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I
can help you with?"
"No sir. Jus' admiririn' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home? asked Mr.Miller.
"No sir, got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got
is my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy".
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home? Miller asked.
'Not zackley but almost'.
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next time your this way let me look at that red marble.Mr. Miller said.
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs.Miller, who had been standing
nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim loves to bargain with them for peas,tomatoes, or whatever.
When they come back with their
red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or orange one, when they come on the next trip to the store."
I left the store smiling to myself,
impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years later I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community.
While I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them..When we got there we fell into line to meet the relatives to offer our condolences.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army unform and the other two wore nice haircts, dark suits, very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing and smiling by her husbands casket.
of the young men hugged her, kissed her cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty blue eyes followed them as, one by one each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.
Each left awkwardly, wiping his eyes...
Our turn came to meet Mrs.Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening,
she took my hand and led meto the casket.
"Those three young men were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color ..they came
to pay their debt.
"We never had a great deal of the wealth of this world' she said, but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her husband.
Resting underneath were three exquistely shined red marbles.
The moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds..Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
I wish you a day of ordinary miracles:
Share this with the people you'll never forget.."I just did!
IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED.