I usually don't pass on stuff like this, in fact I usually don't take the time to read it if its more than one paragraph long, but I just had to. I'm going to print it out and put it on my fridge.


I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a
week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was
blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating
difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped
the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. Theson and daughter-in-law
became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said
the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the
floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,
Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since
Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a
tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had
for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper,
the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He
asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the
boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat
your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to
work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was
spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back
to the family table. For theremainder of his days he ate every meal with
the family. And for somereason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care
any longer when a forkwas dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positivenote, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems
today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned
that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three
things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that
making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned
that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned
that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that if you
pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family,
your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best
you can, happiness will find you. I've learned that whenever I decide
something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've
learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned
that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about
.......I just did.

 

That is a good read and very touching, thanks for sharing.

 

i read that a long time ago, still remember it too.

 

very simple, i liked it, thanks for sharing bro

 

I bet they'll be irritated again once grandpa starts wearing diapers!