by Betty Rickard
Thursday, April 17, 2003
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Meeting someone, may not always be what it seems to be..
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...I, see he looks so afraid, he starts to get up but, he sits back down....
I, see he looks, lost and like he, hasn't seen a good meal in days...Reaching, for half of sandwich, some 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 cooking for them and so much food..
I, watch that old man eat the sandwich he, finished it within a few 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, told him, we have way too much food...I made so much...With tears in his eyes he, said why thank you, dear...But, I wouldn't bother you or your family today...It's Easter..
I told him he was no bother at all...We, had plenty of food we would never, eat it all..I. said we have plenty to share..He, said my dear, I would be honored to join you and your family..But, I'll just take a seat on your porch swing...I tried to make him come inside..He, said dear, Im a little too shy I, said I understood..
Make, yourself comfortable, on the swing...I'll hurry back with your food...He, said don't hurry dear, take your time......When I, returned with his plate of food...I, looked and couldn't believe my eyes...He, wasn't sitting on the swing....He was gone..
But, in his place was the most beautiful, glowing, lilies on my swing with a note...I, read his note with tears streaming down my face...the note said, Happy Blessed Easter, to you my child...You, are so kind..Thank you, dear...Love, The Lord.
NOTE: The moral of this story is..Sometimes, things are not what they seem to be...You, never know who you, might be helping..Always, have a kind heart not only on Easter but everyday...
Happy Easter to you and your families.... Love Betty
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©April 14, 2003
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|Reviewed by Shep Corona
|Betty, you are a very creative Woman. You have a new fan and its me.
|Reviewed by Crystal
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|Beautiful write Betty
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Great write, from a kind gentle heart.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Betty a very beautiful write! Happy Easter to you too, and thanks for this lovely tribute to the real saviour Jesus Christ, who is just as you depicted him, in the people we see all around us!|