Thought for the day

I love to be inspired with a motivating thought for the day, for that reason I'm sponsoring a program called "Insight of the Day." Short motivational/inspirational quote each day

Every day there is a featured a short motivational/inspirational positive thought for the day that provides something positive to focus on that day. Here's a recent Insight of the Day:

"It is easy enough to be pleasant when life flows by like a song. But the man worthwhile is one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong." Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1850-1919, Poet

That's it. Short and simple. Less than 30 seconds to read andinternalize. But, oh how powerful in helping us to keep eachday and each challenge in perspective.

Weekly Friday inspirational story

Every Friday we feature an inspirational story as a positive thought for the day, that takes just afew minutes (or less) to read. Below is a story we recently sent.

I know you'll be touched by "A Red Marble," and that's just an example of what we run every Friday.

Even though I know you'll find it priceless, this valuable service absolutely FREE! And just so you know, I hate spam too soI won't sell, rent, loan or otherwise distribute your name oremail address. And if you ever decide you want to stopreceiving it for any reason, there's a link in each day'smessage that will automatically remove you from the program,no questions asked.

So sign up now for your personal "thought for the day". Here's an example of an positive thought for the day, Friday story...enjoy..

A Red Marble

During the waning years of the depression in a small southeasternIdaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller's roadside stand forfarm fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and moneywere still extremely scarce and bartering was used, extensively.

One particular day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes forme. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, raggedbut clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked greenpeas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display offresh green peas.

I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering thepeas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr.Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"Hello Mr. Miller, Fine, thank you. Just admiring those peas...sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Mother?"

"Fine. Getting stronger all the time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Just admiring those peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, Sir. I don't have anything to pay for them with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I have is my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it."

"Here it is. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sortof go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"

"Not exactly...but, almost."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next tripthis way let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.With a smile she said: "There are two other boys like him in ourcommunity, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim justloves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes orwhatever."

"When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do,he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them homewith a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,perhaps."

I left the stand, smiling to myself, impressed with the man. Ashort time later I moved to Utah but I never forgot the story ofthis man, the boys and their bartering.

Several years went by each more rapid than the previous one. Justrecently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idahocommunity and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friendswanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon our arrival at themortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceasedand to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an armyuniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and whiteshirts...very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller,standing smiling and composed, by her husband's casket. Each ofthe young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke brieflywith her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyesfollowed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly andplaced his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.Each left the mortuary, awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn cameto meet Mrs. Miller.

I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me aboutthe marbles. Eyes glistening she took my hand and led me to thecasket. "Those three young men, that just left, were the boys Itold you about. They just told me how they appreciated the thingsJim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change hismind about color or size...they came to pay their debt.

"We've never had a great deal of wealth of this world," sheconfided, but, right now, Jim would consider himself the richestman in Idaho."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of herdeceased husband. Resting underneath were three, magnificentlyshiny, red marbles.

We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.

Author Unknown 

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