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Sunday 23 November, 2008
 13:56 | 30/Apr/2008 |  2 Comment(s)
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Golden Box

                               Golden Box

 

 

                The story goes that some time ago a man punished his five years-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child used

the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.    

                  Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father

the next morning an said. This is for you, Daddy. The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when

he found the box was empty .He spoke to her in a harsh manner .Don’t

you know, young lady ,when you give someone a present there’s supposed

to be something inside the package?

                   The litter girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and

said, Oh, Daddy ,it’s not empty .I blew kisses into it until it was full. The

father was crushed. He fell on this  knees and put his arms around his

little girl and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told

that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.

And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would

open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of

the child who had put it there.

                     In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been

given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our

children, family, friends and god. There is no more precious possession

anyone could hold.

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