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Just A Few Drops
It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain
in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk.
The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry
season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every
day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of
trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a
truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water.
But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...
we would lose everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and
witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the
kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking
with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I
could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great
effort...trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again,
toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that
whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however,
he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the
woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods,
run back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept
out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not
to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need
his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very
careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three
tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into
the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not
try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy
on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front
of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get
away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the
buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down.
And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from
dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap
up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I
hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house; to a spigot that we
had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and a small
trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip
slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little
back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for
playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received
about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me
to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he
stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His
little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said.
As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the
kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.
I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I
have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that
rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined
by other drops...and more drops...and more. I looked up at the sky. It
was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That
miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I
can't argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the
rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one
little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it.... To honor the
memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon....
but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.
There is a story about a woman who moved to a small town. After being there a for while, she complained to her neighbor about the poor service she'd received at the local drug store, hoping that her neighbor would repeat the criticism to the store's owner.
The next time the newcomer went to the drug store, the manager greeted her with a big smile, and told her how happy he was to see her again. He took care of her order quickly and efficiently, and even offered to help her family in getting settled.
Amazed, the woman reported the incredible change to her friend; "I suppose you told him how poor I thought his service was" she said.
"Well, no," her friend said. "In fact - I hope you don't mind, but I told him you were very impressed at the way he'd built up this small town drug store, and that it was one of the best run drug stores you'd ever seen."
People respond to kindness better than to complaints.
In fact, most people will do nearly anything for you if you treat them with respect. That means making it clear to them that their
feelings are important, their preferences are respected, and their opinions are valuable. It also means giving them the benefit of the doubt.
another incred/inspire story: [link]
Quote of the Day
Every man is entitled to be valued by his best moments.
—Ralph Waldo Emmerson