Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
\nThe purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was:
\nA four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy
\nwent into the old Gentleman’s’ yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
\nWhen his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry.’
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\nTeacher Debbie Moon’s first graders were discussing a picture of a family.
\nOne little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.
\nA little girl said, ‘I know all about Adoption, I was adopted..’
\n‘What does it mean to be adopted?’, asked another child.
\n‘It means’, said the girl, ‘that you grew in your mommy’s heart instead of her tummy!’
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\nOn my way home one day,
\nI stopped to watch a Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home.
\nAs I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was.
\n‘We’re behind 14 to nothing,’ he answered with a smile.
\n‘Really,’ I said. ‘I have to say you don’t look very discouraged.’
\n‘Discouraged?’, the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face… …’Why should we be discouraged? We haven’t been up to bat yet.’
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\nWhenever I’m disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.
\nJamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he’d set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.
\nOn the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school.
\nJamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. ‘Guess what, Mom,’ he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me… …’I’ve been chosen to clap and cheer.’
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\nAn eye witness account from New York City, on a cold day in December, some years ago:
\nA little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.
\nA lady approached the young boy and said, ‘My, but you’re in such deep thought staring in that window!’
\n‘I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,’ was the boy’s reply.
\nThe lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
\nShe took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.
\nBy this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy’s feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.
\nShe tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, ‘No doubt, you will be more comfortable now..’ As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her:
\n‘Are you God’s wife?’<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was: A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy … <\/p>\n