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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: FWD: Powerful Words [Nik ] ET: THE DOLL AND THE WHITE ROSE! this is so sad...(fwd) [Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: FWD: Powerful Words - --0-1804289383-942415597=:23847 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Disposition: inline Note: forwarded message attached. ===== __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com - --0-1804289383-942415597=:23847 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Received: from imo25.mx.aol.com (imo25.mx.aol.com [152.163.225.69]) by mailman.sunlink.net (1.3.30/1.3.30) with ESMTP id UAA15526 for ; Thu, 11 Nov 1999 20:26:26 -0500 (EST) From: ORBITZ01@aol.com Received: from ORBITZ01@aol.com by imo25.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v23.6.) id 5IRRa04608 (4442); Thu, 11 Nov 1999 20:26:04 -0500 (EST) Message-ID: <0.ef394c6a.255cc6ac@aol.com> Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 20:26:04 EST Subject: FWD: Powerful Words To: Fruitopia69@mailcity.com, Sari3677@aol.com, Dachie7ws@aol.com, Gawain914@aol.com, Area2131@hotmail.com, zerocool@sunlink.net, I3izkitI3ubblez@aol.com, creinard@ptd.net, Creature83@hotmail.com, pepper_62@hotmail.com, Iv2blueyes@aol.com, Markman333@aol.com, joneskids@pcspower.net, wildthing225@yahoo.com, reese_melanie@hotmail.com, Ska96@aol.com, PWRFORWARD@aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 41 X-UIDL: 4e37a76cd83548f85a7762d18d010cd8 Content-Length: 2410 Powerful words..... " If tomorrow Never Comes" If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say our "I love you's", And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?" But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget, Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear, Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it's okay". And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today. - --0-1804289383-942415597=:23847-- ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 19:04:42 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: THE DOLL AND THE WHITE ROSE! this is so sad...(fwd) Hiya all :) I received this in my email today and it made me cry to read it because well, if you didn't know I'm in a really Xmas spirit and this touched me. I've removed the headers and the crap at the end that made it a chain letter though. Take care and Have a Great Day/Week/Holiday seasons if I don't see you :o) -Seth ================================================================ The Doll and a White Rose I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy, about 5, holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman, and he called his aunt by name and said, Are you sure I don't Have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it," The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted So badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it." I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her". I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest Eyes and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus." "My Daddy says that Mama is going to have To go be with her," My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store," When he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he had taken at the front of the store. He said "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don't ever forget me." "I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me". "But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking, I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?" He grew excited and said "Yes, I just know it has to be enough". So I slipped my money in with his, and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for The doll. He softly said, "Thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money." Then the boy said "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll, so Mama can take it with her, to give to my sister." "And He heard my prayer." "I wanted to ask Him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn't ask Him, but He gave me enough to buy the doll and A rose for my Mama." "She loves white roses so very, very much". In a few minutes the aunt came back, and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy, as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier, about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl, and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story. Two days later, I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy, and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home, where the young woman was. And there she was, holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming. And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #325 **********************************