> >
> >
> >
> > While I sat in the reception area
> > of my doctor's office, a woman rolled an elderly man
> > in a wheelchair into the room. As she went
> > to the receptionist's desk, the man sat there, alone
> > and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make
> > small talk with him, a little boy slipped off
> > his mother's lap and walked over to
> > the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the
> > man's, he said, 'I know how you feel. My
> > mom makes me ride in the stroller too.'
> >
> > *****
> > As I was nursing
> > my baby, my cousin's six-year-old
> > daughter, Krissy, came into the room.
> > Never having seen anyone breast feed
> > before, she was intrigued and full of all
> > kinds of questions about what I was doing.
> > After mulling over my answers, she remarked, 'My mom
> > has some of those, but I don't think she knows
> > how to use them.'
> >
> > *****
> > Out bicycling
> > one day with my eight-year-old
> > granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little
> > wistful. 'In ten years,' I said, 'you'll want
> > to be with your friends and you won't go
> > walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do
> > now. Carolyn shrugged. 'In ten years you'll be
> > too old to do all those things anyway.'
> >
> > ******
> > Working as a pediatric
> > nurse, I had the difficult assignment
> > of giving immunization shots to children.
> > One day, I entered the examining room to give
> > four-year-old Lizzie her needle. 'No, no, no!' she
> > screamed. 'Lizzie,' scolded her mother, 'that's
> > not polite behavior.' With that, the girl
> > yelled even louder, 'No, thank you! No, thank
> > you!
> >
> > ******
> > On the way back from a Cub
> > Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son,
> > 'Dad, I know babies come from mommies' tummies, but
> > how do they get there in the first place?' After my
> > son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally
> > spoke up in disgust, 'You don't have to make
> > up something, Dad. It's okay if you don't
> > know the answer.'
> >
> > *****
> > Just before I
> > was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old
> > son down and broke the news to him. 'I'm
> > going to be away for a long time,' I told
> > him. 'I'm going to Iraq.' 'Why?' he
> > asked. 'Don't you know there's a war going
> > on over there?'
> >
> > *****
> > Paul Newman
> > founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for
> > children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood
> > diseases. One afternoon, he and is wife,
> > Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with
> > the kids.. A counselor at a nearby
> > table, suspecting the young patients
> > wouldn't know Newman was a famous movie star,
> > explained, 'That's the man who made this camp
> > possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on
> > his salad dressing bottle?' Blank
> > stares. 'Well, you've probably seen his face on
> > his lemonade carton.' An eight-year-old girl
> > perked up. 'How long was he missing?'
> >
> > *****
> > God's Problem Now.
> >
> > His wife's graveside
> > service was just barely finished, when there was
> > a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous
> > bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder
> > rumbling in the distance. The little, old man
> > looked at the pastor and calmly said,
> > 'Well, she's there.
> >
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Innocence
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