The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
Rama,
ReplyDeleteThe story is very meaningful but it really made me very sentimental.
Wonderful story, Rama, and so true! What a perfect picture of your family on your blog title!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jerry.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a lovely photograph of you and your family- the colours are so warm- like the feelings you obviously have for each other.
Thank you Rayna.
ReplyDeleteYes we are on the same wave length I used this same story slighty changed not so long ago. I think you and I are like minds Rama Thank you so much for your kind words on my blog.
ReplyDeleteI've heard of this truly touching story before. Reminds us over and over again how materialistic we have become, we fail to see love that's right under our nose!
ReplyDeleteya nice story:)
ReplyDeletecertain stories are always nice to read even though you know what is going to happen next. they just make you feel better. nice depiction Rama. I like your profile pictures. you keep changing them often. so who is your photographer? :)
ReplyDeleteNice story. You look gorgeous in your profile pic. This is my fav so far.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice comments on my kitchen. I can't believe you have the same masks. Where did you get those? Btw, your header pic is beautiful.
I've never heard that story before, it's really sweet. That's a lovely photo of your family. The colours remind me of the leaves over here in London at the moment where Autumn is arriving and everything is turning red and gold.
ReplyDeleteThank you Geeta for your lovely compliment, regarding my profile picture. Those masks were gifts from from Kenya.
ReplyDeleteanubharat, that picture was taken by my son. Thanks for your comments. Keep coming.
ReplyDeleteoh ..that was a very touching story..the father would have had the guilt feeling throughout.
ReplyDeleteRead it earlier also..its a beautiful reminder to us to value love more than anything else.
ReplyDeleteah! sweet and sensitive story. thanks for sharing it.
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