Merry Christmas bitheads ...

Discussion in 'AutoCAD' started by Michael Puckett, Dec 22, 2004.

  1. Bobby was getting cold sitting out in his back yard in the
    snow. Bobby didn't wear boots; he didn't like them and
    anyway he didn't own any. The thin sneakers he wore had a
    few holes in them and they did a poor job of keeping out the
    cold. Bobby had been in his backyard for about an hour
    already. And, try as he might, he could not come up with an
    idea for his mother's Christmas gift.

    He shook his head as he thought, "This is useless, even if I
    do come up with an idea, I don't have any money to spend,"

    Ever since his father had passed away three years ago, the
    family of five had struggled. It wasn't because his mother
    didn't care, or try, there just never seemed to be enough.
    She worked nights at the hospital, but the small wage that
    she was earning could only be stretched so far. What the
    family lacked in money and material things, they more than
    made up for in love and family unity. Bobby had two older
    and one younger sister, who ran the house hold in their
    mother's absence. All three of his sisters had already made
    beautiful gifts for their mother.

    Somehow it just wasn't fair. Here it was Christmas Eve
    already, and he had nothing. Wiping a tear from his eye,
    Bobby kicked the snow and started to walk down to the street
    where the shops and stores were. It wasn't easy being six
    without a father, especially when he needed a man to talk
    to.

    Bobby walked from shop to shop, looking into each decorated
    window. Everything seemed so beautiful and so out of reach.
    It was starting to get dark and Bobby reluctantly turned to
    walk home when suddenly his eyes caught the glimmer of the
    setting sun's rays reflecting off of something along the
    curb. He reached down and discovered a shiny dime. Never
    before has anyone felt so wealthy as Bobby felt at that
    moment.

    As he held his new found treasure, a warmth spread
    throughout his entire body and he walked into the first
    store he saw. His excitement quickly turned cold when the
    salesperson told him that he couldn't buy anything with only
    a dime.

    He saw a flower shop and went inside to wait in line. When
    the shop owner asked if he could help him, Bobby presented
    the dime and asked if he could buy one flower for his mother's
    Christmas gift.

    The shop owner looked at Bobby and his ten cent offering.
    Then he put his hand on Bobby's shoulder and said to him,
    "You just wait here and I'll see what I can do for you."

    As Bobby waited he looked at the beautiful flowers and even
    though he was a boy, he could see why mothers and girls
    liked flowers.

    The sound of the door closing as the last customer left
    jolted Bobby back to reality. All alone in the shop, Bobby
    began to feel alone and afraid. Suddenly the shop owner came
    out and moved to the counter. There, before Bobby's eyes,
    lay twelve long stem, red roses, with leaves of green and
    tiny white flowers all tied together with a big silver bow.
    Bobby's heart sank as the owner picked them up and placed
    them gently into a long white box.

    "That will be ten cents young man," the shop owner said
    reaching out his hand for the dime.

    Slowly, Bobby moved his hand to give the man his dime. Could
    this be true? No one else would give him a thing for his
    dime!

    Sensing the boy's reluctance, the shop owner added, "I just
    happened to have some roses on sale for ten cents a dozen.
    Would you like them?"

    This time Bobby did not hesitate, and when the man placed
    the long box into his hands, he knew it was true. Walking
    out the door that the owner was holding for Bobby, he heard
    the shop keeper say, "Merry Christmas, son,"

    As he returned inside, the shop keeper's wife walked out.
    "Who were you talking to back there and where are the roses
    you were fixing?"

    Staring out the window, and blinking the tears from his own
    eyes, he replied, "A strange thing happened to me this
    morning. While I was setting up things to open the shop, I
    thought I heard a voice telling me to set aside a dozen of
    my best roses for a special gift. I wasn't sure at the time
    whether I had lost my mind or what, but I set them aside
    anyway. Then just a few minutes ago, a little boy came into
    the shop and wanted to buy a flower for his mother with one
    small dime.

    "When I looked at him, I saw myself, many years ago. I too,
    was a poor boy with nothing to buy my mother a Christmas
    gift. A bearded man, whom I never knew, stopped me on the
    street and told me that he wanted to give me ten dollars.

    "When I saw that little boy tonight, I knew who that voice
    was, and I put together a dozen of my very best roses." The
    shop owner and his wife hugged each other tightly, and as
    they stepped out into the bitter cold air, they somehow didn't
    feel cold at all.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    Bobby's Dime, by Thomas Pucci

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

    My friends, my family has been blessed many times over, especially
    this year. Amongst other things my girlfriend and I married. To cut
    to chase, the money we'd normally spend to get each other presents
    this year we are giving to our less fortunate brothers and sisters.
    If you are blessed with abundances please consider giving something
    to those folks that struggle to live each day. We can make a difference.

    Merry Christmas all,

    Michael
     
    Michael Puckett, Dec 22, 2004
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  2. Michael Puckett

    BillZ Guest

    Merry Christmas Michael.
     
    BillZ, Dec 22, 2004
    #2
  3. Michael Puckett

    Dave Jones Guest

    what a great story! Thanks for sharing Michael!!
    Merry Christmas,
    Dave
     
    Dave Jones, Dec 22, 2004
    #3
  4. Michael Puckett

    Doug Broad Guest

    Like your new email ;-)
    Nice story.
    Congratulations and Best Wishes
    Merry Christmas. Good point.
     
    Doug Broad, Dec 22, 2004
    #4
  5. Michael Puckett

    Warren Trost Guest

    Wasn't this the original meaning that's been lost to commercialization??
     
    Warren Trost, Dec 23, 2004
    #5
  6. Michael Puckett

    Doug Broad Guest

    Hi Warren,

    Its close to the original meaning. Sadly, the original meaning
    that has been "lost" or "buried" in all the festivities is the
    celebration of Christ's birthday.

    Blessings,
    Doug
     
    Doug Broad, Dec 23, 2004
    #6
  7. Michael Puckett

    Warren Trost Guest

    Sad isn't it!

     
    Warren Trost, Dec 23, 2004
    #7
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