As I look out my window |
I watch the children play.
I see an old man sitting on the curb looking,
all around he seems to be looking for something that can't be found.
He, looks so afraid he starts to get up . Instead sits back down.
He, looks lost. It seems he hasn't seen a good meal
in days. My heart breaks as I see him reaching, for a half of sandwich a child, has
thrown at him. He, begins to eat the sandwich . My God,
It's Easter Day. How can these children be so cruel? When,
at home they have a big Easter, dinner waiting for them with
so much food..
I watch that old man eat the sandwich. He, finished it
within seconds. He, ate as if he was starving. My heart
went out to him.
Our Easter dinner was just about ready.
We. would be eating soon. I, went out to the curb where the
old man sat. He,looked up at me with the most beautiful,
blue eyes I ever seen..
I said excuse me, Sir
I was wondering would you like to
join my family and I for dinner? I said, we have way
too much food. I made so much.
With tears in his eyes he,
said why thank you, dear. I wouldn't dare bother you,
and your ,family today. It's Easter.
I, said he was no bother at all. We, have plenty of food
We would never eat it all. We have plenty to share..
He, said dear I would be honored to join you ,and your
family. I'll just take a seat on your porch swing. I,
tried to make him come inside. He said I'm a little
too shy. I understood..
Make yourself comfortable on the swing. I'll, hurry back
with your food. Don't hurry dear, take your
time. When I returned with his plate of food
I couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't sitting on the
swing. He was gone!.
In his place was the most beautiful, glowing, lilies
with a note. I, read it with tears streaming
down my face. The note said, Happy Blessed Easter to you
my child. You're so kind. Thank you, dear.
NOTE: The moral of this story is. Sometimes, things are not
what they seem to be. You'll never know who you might be
helping. Always, have a kind heart not only at Easter, but
everyday. Happy Easter to you ,and your Families
May God, bless you.
By XxSuNkiSsx@aol.com Betty
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