Monday, March 03, 2008


What Love Is About - UNDERSTANDING
Belated or NOT: Worth The Wait
---A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. He set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.
---As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a Little Boy.
---''Mister,'' he said. ''I want to buy one of your puppies.''
---''Well,'' said the farmer, as he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. ''These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.''
---The boy dropped his head for a moment. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. He held it up to the farmer. ''I've got 39 cents. Is that enough to take a look?''
---''Sure,'' said the farmer. With that, he let out a whistle, and said, ''Here, Dolly.''
---Out from the doghouse and down the ramp, came Dolly, followed by 4 little balls of fur. The Little Boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.
---As the dogs made their way to the fence, the Little Boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly, another ball appeared. This one was noticably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup started hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.
---''I want this one,'' the Little Boy said, pointing to the runt.
---The farmer knelt down at the Boys side, and said, ''Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you, like these other dogs would.''
---With that, the Little Boy stepped back from the fence. He began rolling up one leg of his trousers. He revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg, attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, ''You see sir, I don't run too well, myself. He will need someone who understands.''
---With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully, he handed it to the Little Boy.
---''How much?'' asked the Little Boy.
---''No charge,'' the farmer said. ''There is no charge for love.''
Story Contributed by My Brother, PETER.

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