| Everyone has a story. No matter what we do for a living, how much we have in our bank account or what the color of our skin is, we have a story. Each one of us has a story, whether it is visitble to the eye or it is locked inside of us. | |||||||||||||||||
| Love... The Most Caring Child |
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry." | ||||||||||||||||
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A lesson in "heart" is my little 10-year-old daughter, Sarah, who was born with a muscle missing in her foot and wears a brace all the time. She came home one beautiful spring day to tell me she had competed in "field day" - that's where they have lots of races and other competitive events. Becuse of her leg support, my mind raced as I tried to think of words of encouragement for my Sarah, things I could say to her about not letting this get her down-things I have heard many famous coaches tell the players when they wre faced with defeat-but before I could get a word out, she looked up and said, "Daddy, I won two of the races!" I couldn't believe it! And then Sarah said, "I had an advantage." Ahh. I knew it. I thought she must have been given a head start... some kind of physical advantage. But again, before I could say anything, she said, "Daddy, I didn't get a head start... my advantage was I had to try harder!" That's heart! That's my Sarah. | Cvercoming Obstacles... A Lesson in Heart | ||||||||||||||||
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| On Parenting... Legacy of an Adopted Child |
Once there were two women who never knew each other. One you do not remember, the other you call Mother. Two different lives shaped to make you one. One became your guiding star. The other became your sun. The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it. The first gave you a need for love, the second taught you to give it. One gave you a nationaligy, the other gave you a name. One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim. One have you emotions, the other calmed your fears. One saw your first sweet smile, : ) t he other dried your tears. One sought for you a home that she could not provide, The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied. And now you ask me through your tears. The age-old question, unanswered through the years. Heredity or environment. Which are you a product of? Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of love. | ||||||||||||||||
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