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Mon Dec 31, 2012, 02:53 PM

It's what you scatter--(Stolen from a psychotherapists listserv)

IT'S WHAT YOU SCATTER

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes... I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good'

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it', said Miller.

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ....'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself...

An unexpected phone call from an old friend..... Green stoplights as you go on your way........

The fastest line at the grocery store.....

A good sing-along song on the radio..

Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just did...


If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!

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Reply It's what you scatter--(Stolen from a psychotherapists listserv) (Original post)
Jackpine Radical Dec 2012 OP
DonCoquixote Dec 2012 #1
nolabear Dec 2012 #2
LeftofObama Dec 2012 #3
badhair77 Dec 2012 #4
DollarBillHines Dec 2012 #5
Jackpine Radical Dec 2012 #6
DollarBillHines Dec 2012 #7
Jackpine Radical Dec 2012 #10
malaise Dec 2012 #8
nadinbrzezinski Dec 2012 #9
Jackpine Radical Dec 2012 #11
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Wilms Jan 2013 #12

Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 03:00 PM

1. From T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"

Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a momentís surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 03:14 PM

2. You have no idea how much I needed this today. Thank you.

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 03:40 PM

3. Beautiful!

Just beautiful!

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 04:07 PM

4. The message is so very true.

Thanks for posting this today. What a lesson as we start 2013.

Happy New Year.

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 04:33 PM

5. I just got a call from Redstone's wife

Not thirty minutes ago.

Your post really hit home.

Thanks, and have a fine New Year.
DBH

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Response to DollarBillHines (Reply #5)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 04:37 PM

6. You too, Buck Bill.

And thanks for the Lee Hazelwood story.

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Reply #6)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 08:35 PM

7. You caught that?

That was a different time, wasn't it?

Thinking back, even the air seemed to feel different than it does today. Our post-WWII innocence, the way it seemed as if we could truly make our own way, unfettered.

I miss that air.
DBH

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Response to DollarBillHines (Reply #7)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 08:53 PM

10. Yes, a different era alright. And none of us back then

could have imagined the shape of today's dystopia.

We were going to the moon, to the stars. Love would reign.

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 08:48 PM

8. Absolutely beautiful

Rec

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 08:53 PM

9. Time to steal it from you

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Response to nadinbrzezinski (Reply #9)

Mon Dec 31, 2012, 08:55 PM

11. And past time.

Happy New Year, Nadin. Don't drink anything bigger than your head.

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Response to Jackpine Radical (Original post)

Tue Jan 1, 2013, 09:32 AM

12. ^

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