tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60780222323247918892024-02-20T22:09:31.178-08:00Potato Chips ... via Vivienne WaterworthKen Aitkenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561317283895450005noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6078022232324791889.post-66357553701130464192008-02-20T02:41:00.000-08:002009-02-11T18:16:22.642-08:00<table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody><tr style=""> <td style="padding: 1pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style="">Potato Chips</span></strong><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"><span style=""> </span></strong></span><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="">... via Vivienne Waterworth</span></strong><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >of root beer and started his journey.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >ever.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with God." But </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >most beautiful smile I've ever seen!" </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, "Mother, what </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied, "I ate corn chips in </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, "You know, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >he's much younger than I expected."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Have lunch with God ........ bring chips.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;"><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" > know how important they are.</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">______________________</span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span> </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:10;color:navy;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> </td> </tr> </tbody></table>Ken Aitkenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561317283895450005noreply@blogger.com0