Great Truths About Life That Little Children Have Learned

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED

No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.

When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.

If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.

Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.

You can't trust dogs to watch your food.

Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.

Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.

Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac.

Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time.

School lunches stick to the wall.

You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.

Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.

The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap.

Do You Know The Time

DO YOU KNOW THE TIME?

By: Steve Cochran

Do you know how long a second is?

Ask the call-taker who is on the phone with the parent of an asthmatic child while the ambulance fights its way through uncaring traffic.

Do you know how long a minute is?

As the paramedic who is counting the respirations of an old man who is in the end stages of lung cancer;

Do you know how long an hour is?

Ask the nurse waiting in the trauma bay while the rescue squad works feverishly to free a young man from the tangled wreckage of his car;

Do you know how long a day is?

Ask the EMT who has just finished a 24 hours shift in the inner city;

Do you know how long a month is?

Ask the paramedic who is trying to warm the premature baby she has just delivered;

Do you know how long a year is?

Ask the fire fighter on light duty, answering the phones at headquarters, while he waits to heal from the surgery he had to correct the wear and tear on his knee or shoulder or back;

Do you know long a lifetime is?

Ask the EMT who is performing CPR on an infant;

Do you know how long an eternity is?

Ask the person standing at attention, listening to Amazing Grace on the bagpipes as six people in blue carefully fold the flag.

Do you know the time?

Somebody's Mother

When I was cleaning out some old folders, I found this poem that I had saved. I have no idea who wrote it, but...

Somebody's Mother

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter's day;
The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
None heeding the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of school let out,
Came the boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow, piled white and deep,
Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way,
None offering a helping had to her
So weak, so timid, afraid to stir
Lest the carriage wheels or horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merriest troops,
The gayest laddie of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you across, if you wish to go."
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went.
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor, and slow
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she's poor, and old and gray
When her own dear boy is far away."

~~ Unknown

The Most Beautiful Flower

The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read 
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. 
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,   
For the world was intent on dragging me down.   

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,   
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down 
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"   
  
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,   
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.   
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,   
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.   
  
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side   
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.   
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."   

The weed before me was dying or dead.   
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.   
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.   
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."   

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,   
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time   
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.   
 
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,   
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.   

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see   
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.   
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see   
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
   
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose   
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

~~author unknown~~

DUI - A Daughter's Final Words

D.U.I.
A Daughter's Final Words

I went to a party Mom
I remember what you said
You told me not to drink Mom
So I drank soda instead.

I felt really proud inside, Mom
The way you said I would
I didn't drink and drive Mom
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing Mom
I know you're always right
Now, the party's finally ending Mom
Everyone drives out of sight.

As I got into my car Mom
I knew I'd get home in one piece
Because of the way you raised me Mom
So responsible and so sweet.

I started to drive away Mom
But as I pulled onto the road
The other car didn't see me Mom and hit me like a load.

As I lie here on the pavement Mom
I hear the policemen say
The other guy is drunk Mom
And now I'm the one who'll pay.

I'm lying here dying Mom
I wish you could get here soon
How come this happened to me Mom
My life burst like a balloon.

There's blood all around me Mom
Most of it is mine
I hear the paramedics say Mom
I'll be dead in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you Mom
I swear I didn't drink
It was the others Mom
The others didn't think.

He didn't know where he was going Mom
He was probably at the same party as I
The only difference is, Mom
He drank and I will die.

Why do people drink Mom
It can ruin your whole life
I'm feeling sharp pains now Mom
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking Mom
I don't think it's fair
I'm lying here dying Mom
While all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry Mom
Tell Daddy to be brace
And when I get to heaven Mom
Write "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Somebody should have told him Mom
Not to drink and drive
If only they had taken the time Mom
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter Mom
I'm becoming very scared
Please don't cry for me Mom
cause when I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question Mom
Before I say goodbye
Why didn't I ever drink Mom
So why am I to die?

This is the end Mom
I wish I could look you in the eye
To say these final words Mom
I Love You ... Goodbye.

~ Unknown