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CanCODY@... wrote:
In a message dated 12/15/2003 1:47:46 PM Eastern Standard Time,
KELLY.SIMS@... writes:
THIS MADE ME CRY!!
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high
chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik
squealed with glee and said, "Hi there. " He pounded his fat baby hands on the
high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a
toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and
saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a
zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was
dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be
called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were
too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and
flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see yaw, buster,
" the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do? " Erik
continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there. " Everyone in
the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was
creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began
shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey,
look, he knows peek-a-boo. " Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was
obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all
except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid
row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got
through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and
told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and
the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik, " I
prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and
avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching
with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I
could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly
a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.
Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the
man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his
lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's
bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so
short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms
and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding
voice, "You take care of this baby. " Somehow I managed, "I will, " from a
throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly,
longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God
bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift. " I said nothing more than
a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the
car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Eric so tightly, and
why I was saying, My God, My God, forgive me. I had just witnessed Christ's love
shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who make no
judgment; a child who saw a soul and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a
Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking,
"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" When He shared His for all
eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the
Kingdom of God, we must become as little children." If this has blessed you,
please bless others by sending it on. This is to remind us that Christmas isn't
about material things!




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Subject:
Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2003 10:47:16 -0800
From: "Kelly Sims"
To: "Cindy Simpson" ,
"CARLA TURNER" , CANCODY@...,
ELAINE.ATKINS@..., lori.broxton ,
"Gordon Backus" ,
"Tavia Belton"

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We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high
chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik
squealed with glee and said, "Hi there. " He pounded his fat baby hands on the
high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a
toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and
saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a
zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was
dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be
called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were
too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and
flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see yaw, buster,
" the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do? " Erik
continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there. " Everyone in
the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was
creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began
shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey,
look, he knows peek-a-boo. " Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was
obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all
except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid
row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got
through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and
told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and
the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik, " I
prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and
avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching
with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I
could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly
a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship.
Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the
man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his
lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's
bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so
short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms
and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding
voice, "You take care of this baby. " Somehow I managed, "I will, " from a
throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest unwillingly,
longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God
bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift. " I said nothing more than
a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the
car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Eric so tightly, and
why I was saying, My God, My God, forgive me. I had just witnessed Christ's love
shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who make no
judgment; a child who saw a soul and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a
Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking,
"Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" When He shared His for all
eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the
Kingdom of God, we must become as little children." If this has blessed you,
please bless others by sending it on. This is to remind us that Christmas isn't
about material things!




IT'S ABOUT LOVE .!.













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